looming through the twilight

My office is vary dull
really nothing happens
Heads pop up from cubicles like Prairie Dogs in the mid west, a funny remark here, a random question there, my GM comes out of his office, walks around the space, walks back into his office

He approves

I have very few things on my desk

Two (2) Ping Pong Paddles
A bottle of hand lotion
A Ceramic Coffee cup from a cafe in California
A Polaroid camera from 1978
A copy of Aldous Huxley's "A brave new world"
A journal
and a few pictures of the most important people in the world to me

I have a laptop, a desktop (with dual 24 inch monitors) a desk phone, a cell phone and surround sound speakers.

I have a white board on the back wall of my cubicle, occasionally I will write a Quote on it, or a funny question a client asked me, but mostly it stays white... staring back at me...

I tend to relate with this white board, more then anything else on my desk, a blank page if you will, an infinite amount of restarts, if it is unpleasant, just wipe it away... but... if you look closely, you can still see a small amount of the previous work on the board, no matter how much you wipe it away, there is still a small memory of what once was.

Its called character

Or perhaps its the Polaroid... it takes such damn cool pictures.