Work Space



The cubicle has enough space to house a desk and the chair. A monitor, keyboard  and a phone are the only things on the desk. There are rows upon rows of these cubicles.

The Chair is high back and made out of leather--real leather, not that faux-leather crap. It radiates authority--it could have been at the head of a corporate business table, a throne in a modern re-imagined court. But here it is in this common work space for what has been relegated for the foot soldiers of any corporation. A judge, an executive, a king could have sat in it.

He is none of these things. He is part of a larger enterprise, not the head of it. The corporation he works for is a non-profit. He does not pass judgment; that is someone else's job. He rules over nothing. Where he's from everyone is equal. The phone rings. He answers. He leaves.