submariner

I work in an office. I could supply you with my job description, but that would not elucidate the real subject matter of my work. I am an explorer of sorts and although I am employed under contract to carry out a task that has been clearly defined (through protocols and procedures), the true nature of my work lies beneath this veneer. I am a traveller, and although I rarely leave this desk, I will journey further than ever. I have a craft designed for my journey, it is called reverie. It resides inside me, inside this office, located in this city; where I sit at my desk. From my chair I can see the window, from the window I know a river lies just out of sight, a river that connects me to the ocean.