Thirty years of working in an office gotta account for something.
Hidden moments and unexpected beauty in the place we spend most of our lives.
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Previous Homages to the Office:
Ode To The Office, December 2008
and
The Office Series
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.