Times are hard, the world is crumbling
Easy enemies are made
Future's vague, and this is humbling
Let's stay human, come what may
Help a beggar, hug a stranger
Don't discard another's views
Losing friends, that's real danger
Being right, it's no use
Times will change, it will get better
Life can't always be absurd
Keep in mind what really matters
In your own little world
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Katya Duft
Katya Duft is a public transit blogger (Tales From the Bus) and a three-time Moth Story Slam winner; frequent participant of storytelling shows in Los Angeles. She is also a linguist working in post-production.
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The Ugliest Building
Mark Twain called the building I work in, “The ugliest building in America.” I agree. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Executive Office Building isn’t the largest in Washington, D.C., but its imposing façade makes it feel like it is. I work for the Office of E-Government and Information Technology. I have a satellite office in the bowels of this monstrosity. Working in this building gives us quick access to both the President and Vice-President because they also have offices here. This access may be why I’m in this situation, or maybe it’s the project I’m assigned to, or both.
By Mark Gagnon7 days ago in Fiction
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I love this one. Simple yet straight to the emotional point. Beautiful as always..xx