Aaron Posted December 5, 2011 (edited) Call Center Blues by Aaron How easy it is to get lost in the halls of this building. White washed with blue trim, the length is a long step taken backwards. And in the open spaces lay rows of cubicles. Steel and cardboard coated with tan fabric sewn to surfaces- a thousand monitors sit patiently waiting. This is the center of the earth, the well where buckets are drawn. There is only a soft hum of the computers, and the deep breath of the ghosts that dwell within the framework of a dream. Look out the window, that world is not yours, it exists only in fantasy. The trees are a commodity. The roads are vessels of production. The parking lot is filled with hearses, waiting to shuttle the dead to their homes. Edited December 5, 2011 by Twinner Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
