by Tim Suermondt Ash/Unsplash And slowly the man eats his hamburger steak—and twirling his fork around in the mashed potatoes so well ballerinas might be impressed. A daily tabloid is on the booth seat— he plans on taking his time reading it, moving it a bit closer. He’s ready and not ready for anything, hard to explain but true. As he rubs his eyes with his handkerchief his inner voice arrives like a spirited companion he once had, telling him to “Watch the last light of the