November 9, 2016, 12:24 am
Filed under: work work work work work

The bowtied guitar player smiles and sings in French.  A pineapple express breeze fades the last few months of rain and dark, maybe it wasn’t so bad.  The market is just busy enough, freed of the summer tourist crush.  The sandwich is average, but the walk to find it: exceptional.

Stress contorts the muscles, pushing them over one another, pulling entire body parts into uncomfortable positions, compounding and multiplying the problem.  The desk becomes physically unbearable; the ‘ergonomic’ chair torture.  Suddenly, focus on anything else is impossible; the body is overtaking the mind, a biological system override.

Day 30 is a strange land.


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