Delayed reaction

I take it back. I received a copy of the lease termination notice that was sent to my tenant on my behalf. I know his name now. It's trivial thing, the smallest of details, yet it carries such weight. Names have power we're told by countless myths and fictions. To know someone's true name is to hold sway over their destiny. And yet it seem to me I cede power by knowing my tenant's title. Nameless no longer, I can't help but ponder my actions and the effect on his life. Whereas once I acted upon his fate with abandon, I'm now forced to consider the outcome of my actions.

My appointment with guilt was merely delayed, it seems...