Death and Stationery

“In today’s world, our brains are unable to switch off. Imagine your favourite sweater, but careworn and pilled. Wouldn’t you like to just take the fuzz off?”

“So what is it agin you want me to doe?”

Kaspar was making his way to hospital for the fourth time that month. He was heading for a meeting with a new client, and had located the spring in his step; this one would bring him to target.