A Spy in the House of Light

My workplace
My workplace

Someone came into my office today to get away from the spitstorm into which an office environment can devolve. My office, which was once the darkroom at my newspaper, is mine alone, and if I want, I can close three steel fire doors between me and the newsroom. He came in and looked at all my photos on the walls for a moment, then said, “I came in here to get away from all that’s going on out there.” He paused and added, “It’s like a church in here.”

I didn’t know exactly how he meant it, but I smiled nevertheless.

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