Caroline sat at the edge of the dock,
kicking her Doc Martens back and forth
she couldn’t remember if it was the fourth or the fifth,
and he’d pleaded the fifth when she’d asked.
The fit she threw was all for naught
and like it or not they were through.
It was something he’d read, perhaps
and as his face grew so red
she knew she had to face it
this was no new routine.
Things had been so light when they’d met,
but that light had changed its tone,
tone, or shade, or hue, or fade
thought Caroline as she sat on the dock.
After researching transmedia storyworlds at MIT, guiding Microsoft in its CTO/CXO's think tank, co-founding Microsoft Studios' Narrative Design team, and exploring the future of entertainment and media as the Creative Director and a Research Fellow for USC's Annenberg Innovation Lab, I'm now the Creative Director for USC's World Building Media Lab, a storyteller, a designer, a consultant, and a doctoral student in Media Arts and Practice at USC's School of Cinematic Arts. more »
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