Where work started to make sense.

July 17th, 2013, 5pm

It was 29°C with nil significant cloud. The breeze was gentle.

We say focus and mean the infinite ways we split our minds, keeping the damned talkative part occupied somewhere while the inner animals take control. We say silence and mean music, chatter, a wandering animal and the quiet presence of others. We say work and mean rhythm.

Chris, Noam, Craig, Cassie and 5 others said thanks.

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