The Thing Outside
On the weekends I open my window. Hold. That is a lie, or at best, a half-truth. Why bother with this recording if I am going to lie? Allow me to start again.
On the weekends I open my blinds. Not fully, but enough that the light of the sun can reach me. Enough that I can glimpse the {outside} world. It distracts me from my work, and that is reason enough to never do it at all. But I am nothing but work. You could spell out my name using only the letters W O R K. And so I...