Here I am again. The golden arches to another payday. There’s a slight inner battle as I cross the threshold, something desperately telling me to go back.

The cakes are being readied by the bakery. Literally MILLIONS of calories sitting in the pristine glass case before me. Later they will be consumed in an eating frenzy

everything

in its place

because here they come

slow at first

the orders flow in

the rush is here
never stop moving

16 min
my entree is finally in the window

there's an army behind closed doors

nothing is ever really clean, just clean enough

steele

what's important is the illusion of cleanliness

side work

done for the day, side work is all that stands between me and my bed.