Law Students

I am sitting on the floor. It is cold... it is one of those concrete floors on the ground level with some industrial tile laid over it. Probably asbestos. Fleeting thoughts like that cross my mind, my back uncomfortably leaning against a green tile wall. Green tile. Soothing but also cold, like the kind you find in institutions. Had I tried enough to make it warmer? The floor? The room? Me? Had I done enough, been enough? No. Invariably the answer was no.

Tell me... have you ever thought...of changing your life?

No. I like what I am doing with my life.

No you don't.

It is all I ever wanted to do.

No, it's not.

No, it's not.

It was not.

And I cry a lot less now.

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Per Grace: "I stole the first line of this post from the play, Betrayal, by Harold Pinter."

Full post as published by Butterflyfish on June 15, 2009 (boomark / email).