Journal #3

Still autumn. The damn squirrels are going crazy. I can see people through the windows as I walk past. The lights aren’t on yet. The dentist, the hairdressers, the apartment building. Some already have people behind the desks getting everything set up. It feels like they’re so far away from me. At work I immediately got a papercut. I wondered if I’d ever recover when we got word our affiliates were essentially shut down and wouldn’t do as we told them. They wouldn’t tell us what was up. Collective office imagination turned morbid, and some reached for their phones. They wouldn’t give it up. We got nothing. Walking home I had my shadow directly in front of me. I had my head down as usual. I felt like a protagonist, maybe because of the monotone uniform.