The Man
The Uninvited
About the Job
The Man is a well-to-do retiree in his late sixties or early seventies. On the surface, life has been good to him. He has had a measure of success, not so much because of any innate ability, but rather simply because he has lived most of his professional life in a world that was much easier to navigate than the world as it is now. And yet, like so many people of his generation, he confuses this accident of birth with talent. He believes that he deserves all of the credit for the smooth and affluent trajectory that his life has taken. And armed with this belief, every indication that the world outside of him has changed, only serves to nurture within him an exaggerated sense of entitlement - a sense that things have “gone to the dogs”, and that the blame for this sorry state of affairs lies in everyone except him. This of course makes him angry - but in truth this is nothing more than a narcissistic reflex, for within the echo chamber of his mind very soon his anger becomes all the evidence he needs that things are exactly as he perceives them to be. Being angry, he would have you believe, is his Fortress of Solitude, but in truth it is just the deepest, frozen circle of Hell.
And yet…in his twilight years, cracks are beginning to appear in the ground beneath his feet…