novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lunchtime The office world is somber and organized. I am amazed at the ease with which people traverse it, deftly adapting to coded mannerisms and styles. I think about this as I lift my spoon into the sunlight, staring at the shining soup in its belly. What stock do they use? I don't even like soup that much. During lunchtime I meandered my way through groups of people in collared shirts and shined shoes laughing importantly. Waldenbooks was never one of my favorite bookstores, but its proximity was advantageous to my lunch hour, so I've bought four books already. Intuitively I've discovered the smoking spot. Long brick benches bookmarked by standing ash trays. Solitary people looking skywards, inhaling. The air is sparser here, less populated. I would have come to this place even if I didn't smoke. 1:49 pm - 08.26.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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