Friday, August 25, 2017
about being dull
A knifeman forces an 84-year-old priest to his knees at the altar and slits his throat. Why is it that this horrific episode did nothing for the imagination? Is it because it is situated within the shapeless war on terror instead of the short rash of violence wrought during the early Norwegian black metal scene?
Friday, August 18, 2017
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Friday, August 04, 2017
about the temp
I am filling in at the front desk this afternoon. A body is needed here. A desk is needed for the body. If someone needs me, they do not belong here.
Labels:
boredom,
culture,
employment,
fulfillment,
jobs,
occupation,
office,
paycheck,
poem,
prose,
work,
writing
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