The Silver Trumpet Brayed

They were from different worlds: the one privileged, wealthy, intelligent, the other deprived, lost, troubled, yet through a common interest and ability in music they were at one and as they hugged each other at the reunion I understood a little more of the value of what we are doing, something those in the office would not understand, something which would never appear on their spreadsheet and which, when they added up the sums, would not be counted.

With one stroke of their pen they would stop this because it was worthless, no, not even that, they wouldn't deem it worthless because they would never even see it. And these arseholes hold the power.

posted by Weasel @ 9:23 PM