3
This American Life
three people sit in a room
at different computers,
polished wood floor, table
sanded tasteful like
the photography
on the walls.
sedative indie folk congratulates
iteslf over lite organic snacks,
the occasional beep of
texts incoming.
sites refreshed,
re-checked,
afternoon cooling.
no one speaks.
Graham Isaac was there and is now, as you probably guessed, back again. He writes for many of the same reasons you do and for a few that you don't.
