THEN WE CAME TO THE END

It's 2001. The dot-com bubble has burst and rolling layoffs have hit an unnamed Chicago advertising firm sending employees into an e scalating siege mentality as their numbers dwindle. As a parade of employees depart, bankers boxes filled with their personal effect s, those left behind raid their fallen comrades' offices, sifting through the detritus for the errant desk lamp or Aeron chair. Writ ten with confidence in the tricky-to-pull-off first-person plural, the collective fishbowl perspective of the we voice nails the dyn amics of...[Read more]