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On my way to work

I cannot think of a damn thing to say here. Almost, but not quite.

Errr....

Nope, still nothing.

Hmm, something floats out of range.

Right over there above, barely above the tree line. If you look out my offices windows you can see it every now and then. It is a strange and flitting thing, almost like a bird but bigger. Every time I catch a glimpse of it I feel as if I am waking from a dream. A slow fluorescent light fixture blue dream poured over my mind. Thick like molasses muddying my thoughts. Humming it’s computer fan mantra in my ear. It builds up day after day like frozen sheets of rain down window. Everything is blurred, washed out and bland.

But every now and again I catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye. I never have seen it directly or up close. I catch a glimpse and like a switch is flipped I see colors again. I notice smells. I feel my legs numbed from hours of cheap office chairs. My eyes focus on something farther away than a monitor. I noticed my coffee burnt breath and shallow breathing.

I stand close to window, wanting to be closer. Needing it like a drug. Having felt a brief tear in the spell I want to find this thing like one wishes for a hammer in a glass store.

I leave two oval patches of moisture from my nostrils on the glass that slowly fades away in the air-conditioned cell of my office. The moment has passed.

The phone rings.

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After reaching that conclusion I drove all night long to the sea. Upon arrival I reached into my pants and pulled out the wallabe.
Thankfully, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked off to the nearest falafel shop.

details overlooked till it's too late

I didn't mean to be rude.

I just really did not think that you would mind very much. I certainly did not think you would fly off the handle like that. Then drive down to the gym with a axe handle and wait for people in the bathroom. Slowly piling up the limp, bleeding bodies in a back stall till only two people were left looking at each other and waiting for the other to leave.

How was I supposed to think of that?

well, in practice

Really you must go there sometime soon, it really is fabulous this time of year.

Well, of course you must always look out for those little beasties. I mean, now-a-days one never really knows where they will pop up at. Why just last week we were at the nursery and one came right in through the window and plucked out Henry's eyes.

POP! POP!

Just like that.
I hear they make nests out of them.