Where’s the humanity inside a giant corporation? Maybe just in family pictures. In the drawings of somebody’s 4 year old daughter. In the hopes and dreams of a different future carefully hidden from common sight. In the small talk down the corridor. In the smile of the lady cleaning up the trash cans. In a text message from the one we love. But the giant corporation is a cold hearted beast, that swallows us all, and spits us up any time it pleases. I need to break free.