Office Job Part 1

I walk through the shopping centre daily, dreaming of the sense of wonder the long-awaited spring brings. I think about the gaps in our tiny conversations and the awkward pauses and all the things I have yet to do. There is a tired spring in my step first thing which is gone by 9am. I could paint pictures of entire universes on my way to the office; after my entrance the only universe I see is a ringing telephone and a dim screen. I often feel like I am living the life of another person, that I'm somehow living my life parallel to the life I should have been living.

Like somewhere else there is another me, living the dream.