Work 17: Drinking of You

I made a cup of coffee as soon as I arrived at the office this morning. I looked at it, smelled it, tasted it, and held it. Thought of coffees and coffee companions passed.

Work 16: 1/4096

There is a well known motif of a crazy person in a confined room tearing up sheets of paper. I am not crazy. But my job does give the feeling of confinement now and then. So today, like any sensible crazy person would do, I sat at my desk and tore paper. I started with a sheet of A3 paper, and kept tearing it in half until my fingers could fumble no further. I was fortunate that the teachers paid me little mind and didn't ask questions. It was not something I really wanted to explain, while sitting at my desk, at work. Assuming my math is correct, the smallest box should be 1/4096 of the original.