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New York City meets Munich

Circle of panic

March 25th, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

No time to write, it’s the last minute cram for my “Submission with Dignity” presentation for >T.E.S.. Did I mention it was tomorrow? Did I mention I’m an excellent and shameless procrastinator?

Back at work in the World Financial Center today. Odd that almost six months ago, the day before my prior T.E.S. presentation was the day the Shit Hit The Fan. Now the day before this T.E.S. presentation, we finally are back in our New York office.

“Please don’t call in sick tomorrow,” my boss requested.

“Perhaps you should call in sick,” I suggested to her.

I rode the E train to the World Trade Center stop, as it’s still called even though you have to exit closer to Chambers Street. Getting to the office is a challenge since I have to go the long way around the giant construction site and all the closed roads immediately surrounding it. Once in the office, things feel a little odd, but it’s easy to get caught up in the work and forget. Step outside of the office, though, and there’s no way to not notice. Never has a place been both so teeming with activity, and yet stills feel so empty. The air seems to suck the moisture from my mouth and throat, but I can’t tell if that’s all in my head or not.

Shortly after looking out the window near my desk and seeing all sixteen acres of hole and ruins, I was overwhelmed with sadness. I wasn’t consciously thinking about anything in particular, but I just wanted to cry. Instead, I got back to my desk and immersed myself in the numbing comfort of mundane work.

Sometimes work is good.

Speaking of which, I have to go back to working on my presentation, lest I disappoint all the submissives who show up.

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