Seven years since he left home.

Seven countries.

Seven names. Each adapted to where he was.



Seven lives. All temporary. All laborious.



Now on a drill rig in the desert. Twelve-hour days, every day. No weekends. No variety. Just the same loop, over and over.



The visa is the goal. Guaranteed by contract. A signed bond between the company and himself. He has spent years on short visas, always moving. He just wants a life that doesn’t have an expiry date.



Months into work, he is paired with an older driller. A quiet man, reading by the fire. No speeches. No shortcuts. The shift, done right, every day.

Rod by rod, page by page. 



The work will change him. It will not save him.



Mark Bonen. This time he keeps the name.

A novella about discipline, belonging, and the cost of building a life on a promise.