Friday, July 5, 2013
i can feel it. i'm walking inside the grand hall. i'm taking its massive elevators, then walking amid the japanese-styled rooms, arranged like a panopticon where everyone sees what one is doing without really looking, noticing. privacy where all eyes but no eyes can see. i am here to see someone. then after our meeting, i'll leave the headquarters on to the building just across the street where the heart of IED lies. there my white desk awaits, adorned by a statuette of a grand lady in white, splendour and riches all around her, elegant in form, confident, assured. this is me. this is where i will be.