Potomac Electric Power Co. Building. Sales office
Ordinary Tuesday Am I one more wandering schizophrenic, hallucinating in a concrete desert? Nothing green grows here, not without maximal intervention. My weekdays pass, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, in the domain of finance, waterlogged without a living, shielding veil. The coin of this club is found in bright lights, moving digits, crawling on a screen. My fancy dances in a confined space, enclosed by fabric stretched over metal. I can hear my neighbor's respiration. It's agony to count as they sniffle and sigh. We are so near while sad and sodden in silos.