| | Sitting in his cubicle he tried to make the sound of tree leaves beneath bike tires by humming and shifting stacks of audit reports back and forth. When he took his five and a half minute water break he imagined the swelling green silence at the bottom of the Mariana trench as he stared into the gurgling water cooler. When he stood in front of the copy machine for thirty five minutes collating he thought of the sun flashing through the slatted sides of a train rail car, that he would have hitched a ride on, with every photocopy flash of the machine's bulb. When he clocked out for the day his time card was the flick of a wrist twirling a matador's caper and the rush hour traffic was the thundering bulls of Pamplona.
The next day he was off from work. He made black coffee and ate dry toast. He stared blankly at the wall opposite the breakfast table for almost an hour before turning on the television.
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