Goodbye Until Tomorrow

Endings discomfit me. The recognition that I will likely never return to a particular place again tends to evoke within me this slight surge of panic, this almost instinctual desire to reclaim my ownership over that place (or at least reclaim my control to be in that...

On Work and Time

I’m growing accustomed to that rhythm of a working day. I can predict almost exactly how long it will take me to become quickly distracted (i.e. after my first couple of hours), the point at which my stomach will rumble in the afternoon for a lunch break (i.e....

Life in the Cube

For the first time in my life, I have a punch card. That’s right: my hours inside an office are tracked. Punch in. Punch out. Present. Absent. Working. Not working. Shifting from a life of complete flexibility and fluidity to one with rules and set hours is...