open the door of his room. We have installed in the empty room above we use makeshift storage room in the middle of cardboard boxes, plastic bags and damaged appliances. He does not care. He does not care.
open the door of her room, but I dare not go, I stay in the doorway, and from there you joke. A distinctive smell (a snuff, humidity, sweat) I hit the nose while I wait. When you hear me, moves slowly, as if it will cost to implement joint or muscle system. Sure, he spends the day and night sitting in the rough desktop (a board stretched between two stands) at the end of the room, his eyes sunken in the computer screen, and rarely moves unless it is to light a cigarette. The snuff is the most expensive: a carton lasts only three days, so whenever I have to walk yet replenish their stocks. If not, does not work. But hey, is the only charge that occurs. The rest is profit ...
At last, limping, comes to the door. His vision has always bothered me, I guess its frightening familiarity: with his perennial striped robe, long hair and a little greasy collected with a ribbon that crosses the forehead, chin, thin, eyes sunken and surrounded by a deep purple halo ... is presented to me as what it is: a sleazy self-portrait a painful projection of my worst times. I dare not look into his eyes.
I simply hold out a post-it in which I pointed my last assignment. Reach out (the gesture is slow enough to notice the nail biting, yellow fingers) and takes it without asking. After a while, when you sit at your computer and read it, my notes fast enough to enlighten, to fully understand what I have thought about it, I have hatched and envisioned, and is limited to run just like I would if it had that of which he will never lack: time and tenacity. All his time and all their blind tenacity.
may take four, five months (it is a custom complex, but not very extensive, a nouvelle ). But I warn you, before closing the door, that this may no longer pick them up. I ask him to send it via email, and he nods, I tell him and also send you my new notes next orders. I have no time, I tell her to visit. He nods.
In view of these recent years, not to worry. Simply one day in four or five months will receive an email with a flawless script, great, that you will not need retouching or a comma. Will, word for word, as it had expected. But: try not to imagine the task engaged in all that time, while I simply, simply, to live. It's your job, like this mine.
So e-mail: it is sterile, does not smell, it is dressed in a bathrobe, not a mirror. From now on I shall confine exclusively to snuff cartons leave the front door.
In the end, after all, he is not sleeping, not eating, toileting. Just smoke and write. So I figured, and it is. Uncomfortable, frightening, yes, but very practical.
I recommend.
open the door of her room, but I dare not go, I stay in the doorway, and from there you joke. A distinctive smell (a snuff, humidity, sweat) I hit the nose while I wait. When you hear me, moves slowly, as if it will cost to implement joint or muscle system. Sure, he spends the day and night sitting in the rough desktop (a board stretched between two stands) at the end of the room, his eyes sunken in the computer screen, and rarely moves unless it is to light a cigarette. The snuff is the most expensive: a carton lasts only three days, so whenever I have to walk yet replenish their stocks. If not, does not work. But hey, is the only charge that occurs. The rest is profit ...
At last, limping, comes to the door. His vision has always bothered me, I guess its frightening familiarity: with his perennial striped robe, long hair and a little greasy collected with a ribbon that crosses the forehead, chin, thin, eyes sunken and surrounded by a deep purple halo ... is presented to me as what it is: a sleazy self-portrait a painful projection of my worst times. I dare not look into his eyes.
I simply hold out a post-it in which I pointed my last assignment. Reach out (the gesture is slow enough to notice the nail biting, yellow fingers) and takes it without asking. After a while, when you sit at your computer and read it, my notes fast enough to enlighten, to fully understand what I have thought about it, I have hatched and envisioned, and is limited to run just like I would if it had that of which he will never lack: time and tenacity. All his time and all their blind tenacity.
may take four, five months (it is a custom complex, but not very extensive, a nouvelle ). But I warn you, before closing the door, that this may no longer pick them up. I ask him to send it via email, and he nods, I tell him and also send you my new notes next orders. I have no time, I tell her to visit. He nods.
In view of these recent years, not to worry. Simply one day in four or five months will receive an email with a flawless script, great, that you will not need retouching or a comma. Will, word for word, as it had expected. But: try not to imagine the task engaged in all that time, while I simply, simply, to live. It's your job, like this mine.
So e-mail: it is sterile, does not smell, it is dressed in a bathrobe, not a mirror. From now on I shall confine exclusively to snuff cartons leave the front door.
In the end, after all, he is not sleeping, not eating, toileting. Just smoke and write. So I figured, and it is. Uncomfortable, frightening, yes, but very practical.
I recommend.
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