When a working woman finds a construction spike, it inadvertently brings out the best in her diverse neighbors' communal generosity and provision. An exacting parable of who this new community chooses to include and exclude.
Wherever I am, whatever I do, there is only a me; never a you. Or if there's a you who exists at all, you only exist to slide down and fall. Then I, the king, will move in for the kill and thrust you down from the top of my hill
