novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- part timer the library is musty and caked with layers of dust that flake and grab onto my skin. by the end of my shift spent reshelving, the sinkwater is gray when i wash my hands. two cups of hazelnut coffee later, i learned that the historian used to be an LSD freak and my new supervisor is a control freak. hey, i say, we're all freaky in our own way. tara and i sat on the wide cement steps facing my side of the building and smoked. she looked like summer, all tank top and exposed tattoo. when the wind dies down and the humidity sleeps in, we unsleeve our shoulders and notice how coworkers give the animals on our arms a perplexed nod. i exhaled. what is a signifier and what is simply just what it is? does everything have to stand for something? and i'm sick of being objective. back inside to more dust. i looked up and let my eyes wander: the high ceilings and wide fifties windows. 3:00 am - 07.02.06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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