Going to work

I double checked my hair in the mirror. No offensive strands poking out at irregular angles. Good, consistent shaping. Nice balance. My teeth were already brushed you see. I ran my tongue over the top row enjoying the polished surface and mint flavoring. Smile. My Italian shoes clicked elegantly on the tiled floor as I walked over to the tissue box, carefully wiping a microscopic crystal of sleep from the corner of my eye. Can’t have that. One last adjustment of my tie and shirt buttons. Looking sharp. Uncompromising.

I walked into the bedroom which was lit softly by the morning sunlight glowing around the closed curtains. My wife lay in our bed, half asleep, with her arms stretched out above her head. I stood there for a few seconds smiling to myself. Then I picked up my briefcase.

“I’m going to work.”

She breathed in deeply and blinked a few times.

“Mmm, ok. Have a good day.”


I turned around and walked towards the closet. The doors were still open, revealing a short row of suits, shirts, ties and jackets etc. With confidence, clenching my briefcase by my side, I tried to walk right through the hanging clothes. My face hit the suits at shoulder level, eventually slipping between two of them but it wasn’t as easy getting the rest of my torso and legs inside. I twisted and leaned forward until some of the suits gave way, allowing me to step up into the dark closet and finally pull the doors closed behind me.

I half-crouched in the darkness, blindly clearing a small space towards the back for my briefcase. I enjoyed the feeling of soft cloth brushing against my face, the smell of freshly dry cleaned garments. This silent, echoless enclosure.

Somewhere around midday one of the doors opened slightly and a human hand slid a wrapped sandwich under the row of suits, then I was in darkness again. I picked up the sandwich and examined it with my hands. Several minutes passed. I decided to eat a small amount of the sandwich now and hide the rest, stuffing it into the inside pocket of one of the hanging suit jackets. I memorized its location by noting that April is the fourth month, and that the sandwich was in the fourth suit jacket from the right side. I’m always implementing simple yet effective systems like this.

Going to work


Ivanhoe, Australia

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