It looked innocuous.
That was the truth.
It had his name, designation, office address etcetera.
Pretty consistent with what should be on it.
It was his very first business card too.
And yet, he could not escape the fact - it looked innocuous.
In that moment, it seemed to define him... the individual alphabets uniting to obstinately state what it was he did.
Or what he pretended to do.
Who he was on the day.
And who he wanted to be.
With a deep, weary sigh he wished he had not ordered so many of them.
Song for the moment: White rabbit - Jefferson Airplane