novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the pulses and vulgarities of every day Even at a place as prestigious as that there are cliques. It is a well educated artist's high school in this way. I am beginning to see that I can't dismiss some behaviors as childish, childish though they may be, because these behaviors won't let themselves be dismissed. Round and about we go: the different departments strut their stuff. My boss is experimenting with color, and I know she's having a bold day when she wears red. Usually I see her in pine green. Navy blue. Lots of black. Black is de rigeur. People sneak by in jeans. In the break room I overhear snippets of conversation, and have to work not to peg people talking as invested, or simply employed. Why does it matter to me? Was I the audience in high school? I never went to one school dance. 9:29 pm - 11.05.09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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