Marketplace

Five of us gathered one midnight in Orlando, a city that was, for that night, just the place where our paths happened to cross. There was Drenurk, a man who thinks in patterns most people walk straight past. Mateo, who carries numbers the way other people carry tools - ready, exact, trusted. Trunont, someone I have grown close to this past while, steady in a quiet way, who held what we found up to the light so the rest of us could see it clearly. And Luthrot, who speaks in a way that makes you feel a thing before you understand it. We were weaving numbers with something older - the kind of thinking that comes from the earth itself, the way roots find water.