May 5, 2007
James was relieved after he was fired yesterday. Before he let the reality set in, he drew a picture of a co-worker's suggestion that "when one door closes, another opens--even though sometimes the hallway in between can be hell at times." So James peeked into the door that was opening: he was leaning against a palm tree. Numbers from a clock were strewn on the ground at the fork in the road with pieces of a heart cut in half. Neckties, manuscripts, arrows and coins were falling. James was walking, climbing and descending. The glove largley obscured by the door.