Clark Kent

In the daily grind of a daily planet, we meet the press of people drinking coffee and typing stories, of small talk and wry laughter, we meet at the drinking fountain over reports and ledes. We are a normal bunch in starched shirts and thin black ties. But we are also something. We have hidden ourselves from our coworkers. Impossibly, quite refreshingly, and with resolve – our group of daily workers aren’t just daily autobots, with no hope, or love, but people who are brave, who have courage, who believe that a boring world is possible in Jesus, where Superman can finally drop his cape and join his colleagues in their superhero suits.