managing

There are too many selves at this shop. The Sam in charge is being demoted to the Dreaming & Reverence Dept. immediately. Cloud Girl Sam, distracted by shifting shadows, empathic to the point of self-devolution, defiantly intrigued with This One Singular Moment. No sign of the broad landscape and the destination, she is inventive and drawn toward improvisation. She hands over the map to a birdcall and crosses the street at whichever light is green, Like an overcast day, her clarity is iffy. Emotions and uncertainty are hanging mid-air beside vague suggestions of responsibilities left unprocessed and untamed. She is not the one who gets shit done.

A new manager is being called in. A different self from an entirely different section of the building- in fact, from another structure entirely. Sunlight Straight Line Sam doesn’t give a shit about the fractal patterns of ferns. She has lists and phone calls to return and packages to send out. Her days are precisely measured, scheduled appointments are made. Like a freaking clock, she shows up on time to work each day, always takes her medication with food, and taxes are paid on time, and basically everything is clear and bright and outlined; a defined world on a sunny day.