Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Library three times a day
Work is all full of people I know.
And who know me.
They tell me about their lunch, or little pieces of their dreams, or about a book, or they tell me nothing at all.
They say "Hi" when I arrive.
They hold the door for me when I leave.
And during the long days and nights we circle each other like planets, drifting vastly apart in the wings of a library full of different purposes, only to come near yet again into the same tiny orbit and a shared purpose:
Answer the phones.
Help at the desk.
Process the requests.
Work out with each other everything we think is wrong with this place.
At home I am never lonely, thank the gods. But at work I am lonely like healthy meal habits; three times a day.
Everything is regular here and vast and far apart. We run in orbits. At work we circle the Sun once a day.
And what is the Sun in this metaphor?
Please don't ask such a lonely question.
I have already used up my three times today.