the figurine sways back and forth

There's a quiet joy in writing in a place that is so accessible by everyone while at the same time no one may care no one may read and yet here I am in the middle of the day (15 minutes til noon) typing away and away on this tangent that's soaked in oil. If someone drops a match.

The late morning. The almost afternoon. The everybody is at work. Yes. The Everybody. The Everybody is the busiest and heaviest machine we've created. The Everybody drives and is annoyed when stuck in traffic and is amazingly productive regardless of the degree of boringness in its task. The Everybody is made of steel or aluminum or copper or some whatever sort of metal that looks like human skin. The Everybody is at work now.

The shelf is removed and away goes my books and my many stacks of papers that I put on this shelf. It's all preparation for selling the house. I shall start early in this fun fun task. I will need boxes. I will need a healthy and well-rested body to put things into these boxes. I will need a white truck to move these boxes for me to the new home. I will open these boxes at the new home, put my things into place, and all will be good then. I will then flatten these boxes and keep them in the basement for who knows when I will need to put things in boxes again.