And so I sit here, at a desk, but it is not my usual desk, for I am not at work. I am at home and I am working on things and I am at a desk doing the work … Continue reading
It is foggy in my mind, but outside of all of this it is a nice day that will inevitably warm up and the drilling sounds downstairs shall continue, buzzing like bees being busy as they fly around, collecting pollen … Continue reading
So I started writing about a river this morning, but I didn’t have much to go on, so I decided to start again as I’m a bit of a fool and should have pushed through and really gone all out … Continue reading
Sitting down to sort through their papers, the person of this particular story felt some sort of amounting pressure that could not be ignored. The pressure was bubbling up from behind the lid, but this was not a time for … Continue reading
A sunny, cold day outside and I am inside in a warm room, getting ready for the day that will be filled with the working and the talking and the clicking of the keys as I mercilessly bang upon them … Continue reading
Here I am. I am here. At work of course. It is far more quiet than I expected that it would be, but such is the way of things when you are at work and there are no calls to … Continue reading
I do not know as to why I am attempting this once more, but I have a few minutes before I finish work, so why not? Well, here goes: Once upon a time there was a guy who was in … Continue reading
