Karl Rogovin

24 Hour Courier Karl Rogovin

Middle-aged, divorced, laid off and forced to take a graveyard shift courier job, and far too susceptible to drowning in the bottle, Maxwell continues despite all the notable aspects of his life have ended. Ultimately it's a life of apathy. If he died in a car accident tonight, he would accept it in stride. If a thief stops him at gunpoint in a darkened alley, he would goad the robber to pull the trigger; to finally send him on his way. With every day and night playing out the same, nothing and no one impresses or inspires him to be more, he only wishes for the monotony to end. But he isn't killed in a car accident, nor does a desperate man looking to loot his belongings relieve him from the pain of life. There are larger and darker forces in the shadows waiting for Maxwell. His quiet despair will open portals to the shadows of mankind. What lurks have no interest in killing him. No, they rejoice him. They want him. No one else can draw in the anguish of Man as he can.