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14 April 2005
The Office
For nearly two years now I lived in a little cubby-hole at the far end of a corridor in the department building. I sat opposite a white wall that scarcely spoke to me but forever remained dripped in white light and by my side on the nights when the waking hours would stretch further and further until they preyed on the hours of sleep. Within that office room, I never knew when day passed into night -- all the outside world was a blurred memory scraping itself out with every minute spent behind that door. My companion of two years and I are now parted and all that shall remain of that room are those walls that have a thousand stories to tell the workers who will tear them down.My new space is but mere feet away from my old watering hole and yet has a day of difference to it. I now am no longer blind to those that pass through the corridor; I see and I feel and I smell their footsteps, I hear the creaking doors swing in and out and the turning of the keys. I have my back to the east and as the sun is delivered from the womb of the horizon and it shines through the large glass window, billions of flecks of dust dance in happy delirium of its onset until they wheeze and settle at the edge of the table.
