Harvey Gable goes to work

He had a fine job at the window factory, placing the tiny foam shipping pads in the corners and applying the stickers that pointed This End Up. He was fond of the texture, of the little foam squares, bright colored bits of recycled content, each one unique, like snowflakes. The smooth surface of the windows created an atomosphere of little resistance..somedays he felt as tho he worked in a vacum, and others it was more like from the inside of an aquarium with the water drained out. On the days when the water had not sufficiently drained, he wore his rubber boots.