Stairway to electronic heaven
Grey, nondescript. The morning refuses to be more than a mere background to today's existence and the sun denies accountability for today's daylight.
Up near the top of the world, I slip silently into the office. My new daily challenge is for André not to notice me when I come in. So far, it hasn't worked; he hears the swish of my coat when I take it off. Perhaps tomorrow, I will remove it before reaching the door.
Down in the labyrinth I encounter Ed a second time in two days, though I nearly walked straight past him due to the little cloud in my head.
These days there seem little time for everything. My bookpile is cross-breeding far too fast for me to read. Tales in my head stamping their feet and rattling their cage demanding release, and have taken to haunting my dreams.
In the corridors, ghosts whisper contradictory warnings, waiting for rain.
Posted by sniffles at November 18, 2003 12:25 PM