The other night I passed by that bank, the one that is on the corner of Bond and Greenwood (or is it Newport?) and I looked in the office windows of the bank with the drab metal filling cabinets and cream colored walls. I noticed a desk with two perfect piles of papers and a computer and one of those keyboard cleaners, the high pressure air thing. And I looked at all this and it made me go crazy for the person that has to work there who crucially maintains their levels of clean everyday, trying to keep the perfect stasis of dust free polished wood. I am sure if they looked in on my small life they would want to explode; bits of cat litter everywhere an assailant of smells: candles, incense, garlic, cat poop, dust, life.
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