two four six oh one

Sometimes, he guesses, a person can lose his identity in an unexpected place.

another order

He feels trapped inside sometimes. Everything here is so orderly. Computers in rows. Armrests under the desks. And windows. The windows are insufferable. They taunt him daily, showing life outside. Trees. Grass. A pond. Sculpture. It’s all there. He’s in here.

But today, he gets to see different order. A strange order. Not his workplace, but another. And the order is tremendous. He doesn’t know how to capture it. That’s his job right now. Capture it.

He wonders if those trapped in here long for the life beyond the glass. Or even just a different order.

Maybe his?