Afternoon light floods the bullet shaped room, two laptops sit across from each other. A wasp weaves around the open window but ultimately decides to stay on his side of the glass. A company of similarly dressed and similarly lived gather below, their hum fades with the insect, crossing paths back and forth. The musky summer air is broken with a breeze, the sound of birds, the movement of blinds across the window. A slice of silence is made in this place, for as long as it lasts.
