Up and Down
Birds alight
by King Xuejiu. A short, overdue entry... from my pre-recorded journal... on the bus to my first day at my new job at the tax place
Going Down
'Is the bus so full and racuous every morning?'
Shouts of "Move back!" muffle politeness, which groans under the strain.
This little book, this little reflection, is my chance to breathe, a bit before the change. It's not the freshest air. The world outside the windows flows backwards and behind, with coalesced mystery ahead.
I'm nearly, nearly there. Can you be late for the future?
2 days later
Going Up
Men in tiny cages push buttons and ascend. Not once but twice I pass these cherry pickers on the frigid walk. Are they constructing or just cleaning?
At work I deploy keyboard shortcuts with nearly 100% increased efficiency. Two fluffy dogs scamper near my desk, but they ignore me back, 'till they're especially bored. I sit there all day, inside the plastic fence, installed this morning, that keeps us in. I avoid tripping on the dog toys and the jealous stares.
How high can this contraption take me?