Imagine how the lightfell on their desks.Clerks in rotationelbowed into the ’30swith their heated officecoffee unimpeded.
Telephones still rang.10,000 tons of progressswung in a month, stilltoilets flushed. Lunchrevolved on static gossippanning Indiana backdrop.
The future comes at youat fifteen inches to the hour.The future marks youfor demolition. Butsometimes you’re spunoff-axis, feeling ... (read more)