Sitting, watching the silicon dribble through the cyber-glass, I ponder the meaning of life.
Parked at a desk while my mind wanders, I have done my homework… please, Sir, can’t I go out and play yet? And the hours tick by. I clean the office, sort things, file things, re-sort my cabinets, and wait for someone who doesn’t care about doing their job, a weak link in the corporate shackles, (but just strong enough that no one is willing to pull that particular plug and rattle his chain), to allow me to do mine.
I am drifting on a sea of useless information, all colours and numbers and artifice. The reality of the blister on my left heel is a far more tangible reminder that some things lead straight back down to earth.
My left sock is wet, inside and out.