Let’s
say you live in Seattle
(a
fine place considering all
the
rain). There is a carpenter
in
Taipei, half a world away.
It’s
nighttime for you and
for
him, sunrise and the
beginning
of another day.
By
hand, he, that industrious
carpenter
in Taipei, is nailing
board
after board into place.
Some
nails bend when driven
in
but halfway. He uses the
claw-end
of his tool to pry
up
the failed attempt, and
begins
hammering again
and
again. How in hell are
you,
an accountant in Seattle,
supposed
to get any sleep tonight?
A
second look at the alarm clock
on
your nightstand reminds you,
2:30
AM, Pacific Standard Time.
Come to think of it, perhaps it was
Mumbai?...2:31.
Come to think of it, perhaps it was
Mumbai?...2:31.
2:31
Chris
Hanch 9-5-17
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