Order is Everything
“Excuse me... Isn’t it clear you’re getting in the way? Do I really have to explain?”
I obediently walk away toward the wall. I make room for the cleaners. No, they don’t have to explain anything to me. Let them do what they’re doing, and I won’t get in their way. There are lots of them, they’re really careful, they don’t even miss a speck of dust. The brooms, like birds, flutter in their hands. Everything that’s not needed, everything that’s not in place disappears.
“Let me pass...”
I let them pass. Alongside me they carry out something big and cumbersome, the door breaks open from it, it strikes me on the arm, it hurts, but I laugh, so they won’t notice how painful it is for me.
“Did we hit you?”
“No, no, what are you saying! Lord, no!”
A speck of dust settles
