father death | farther death
the cubicle became. blue box in the green woods. as soon as it was born, father would die. father death/farther death.
we are coming home. but this chair has roots. moss grows beneath the desk. a makeshift alter in the corner. a bottle of coca-cola, two oranges, four candles. father death/farther death we're coming home. but this office will never close.
first comes work. then comes mourning. farther death, we are nearly immortal but have no knowledge of why. father is dead. just like god. a ship without a captain. an office without a ceo.