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I want an office

my desk at the moment has neither chair nor computer...


I have an office now. I love having an office; after six months, I still get a little burst of delight when I walk in there. I love being able to close the door when I'm calling people, so I can concentrate on just what they are saying. Often I forget to open the door after the call. A few minutes later, I snap to attention and pull the door ajar again, because I can't hear the buzz of what's going on outside, and somehow that drives me a little crazy. I don't feel like I'm missing anything; I feel like I'm missing.

I feel like when you're sitting in the forest clearing, and it's been very peaceful and quiet, but your good sense tells you it's time to turn around and go back, because it's a long way home, and it's getting dark, and you have some friends who are wondering where you are.

from Danny O'Brien's Oblomovka



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