Written on a Piece of Paper in 2017

Linda slid through the automatic doors of the hospital and recognized a young girl sitting at the front desk. Linda recognized her from a different establishment where the girl also worked the front desk. According to Linda’s consciousness, the entirety of that young girl’s existence was limited to working at arbitrary front desks — as if, while the world kept turning and children grew up or couples got married, this girl rotated from desk to desk to desk to desk to desk to desk to desk to desk. And so on.