Meanwhile somewhere in the bowels of corporate America

René Magritte
The Menaced Assassin, 1926
Oil on canvas

"I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries.
I want to sleep the sleep of that child
who longed to cut his heart open far out at sea.

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Federico García Lorca
Gacela of the Dark Death

Ah well back in the land of the Gray. The gray of Confederate ghosts in a parking lot garage. The gray of three cube walls that I sit in like a mouse sits in a cats mouth. The gray of the sunless sky that backdrops the bare branch mosaic outside a window I want to leap from. The gray of the slacks of a business suit that matches a tie I want to strangle someone with. The gray of the mood of a man who slit his wrists with a papercut off his paycheck.
Well at least I dream in color.