she had been silent since she entered the office. the lrt ride even brought her to thoughts of the other world. being up the ride seemed not enough to focus on her now-world. barely there. barely present.
people coming in and out the office failed to divert her thoughts. she was making temporary ids for project employees. holding the ruler with her left and a small cutter in her right, she smoothly slid the blade to cut the patterns. thoughts were still drifting. names and faces came like flashcards.