The real cheese
March 17, 2012
The office is like a maze a rat gets trapped in, each in a cubby hole hiding like cheese with me moving through the long corridor from the front door until I get to the cheese I most desire.
This is mostly a Tuesday ritual I undertake each production day, though lately via new media I feel more connected, meaning more than I did.
This is a life line is to someone I did not expect to find in any of the cubby holes, someone brilliant, a wordsmith in a world where we all fumble with words, all of us trying, but a few managing to succeed so as to seem like the cheese I most wanted the whole time, intriguing scene of real cheese more than a little worth the effort to get through this maze.