Wednesday, December 5, 2007

The Trains. (#1)

From A Western Capitol Hill:

On Capitol Hill, you can hear the trains. Garrett notices their distant sounds, especially in the early a.m. They call out from that space in-between sleep and wakefulness. Between dream and reality. Between bittersweet pre-work freedom and the need for the infoworker to prepare—by grinding the beans, dripping the espresso, and showering the drip—for the office grind.

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