Month: May 2019

A pearl

Behind a Reception sign, someone sits. Writes with her left hand, moves a mouse with her right. Speaks into a headset, enunciating clearly, succinctly, concisely. All this with a face of placidity, serenity, slightness of smile. I see an earring of pearl. I think of Nirvana. I think of Vermeer. Her dancing eyes make art. […]