I let my thoughts dribble out into the fog. My hollow head fills too quickly with ghosts. Absentee spirals that change the shape of the designs behind my eyes.
I return to work in the evening to do layman's labor without fanfare. My mind wanders peacefully under the automatic exertion and quiet hum of faulty fluorescence. There's an unsung honesty in the custodial arts. And the bonus benefit of simple daydreams.
10:10 p.m. - 2015-11-30
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