Category: Rant

I finished my job.

Hear my sigh of relief echoing miles away, and see me getting ready for all the exciting things to come.

Her sitting in at the desk was not a mere exercise of mouse-clicking. They —the ones upstairs— were expecting results. Results was another word for numbers that should grow like bamboo stalks. It was easy to imagine the ones upstairs waking up each morning in hopes of finding bigger numbers in their garden of data. Then they would pick them and arrange them in lovely bouquets, use them to garnish pie charts, and serve them to almost abstract entities on a level so high that it might as well transcend the rooftop.

She sat in front of the computer and tried to feed the numbers.

My life will be back after these commercials.

A drop of water on the floor
is a transparent sunflower
that blossoms with gravity.

You come out drenching from the shower,
and the bathroom tiles become
a field of glass in spring.