bronkelthorpe

you read about them in the magazines and imagine blue shirts stalking each other with black knives through flourescent silence

I make a point of climbing right up the scaffold instead of using a ladder but once up there, I'm just as fucked as the ladder-climbers the panels are not level; they do not join at right angles; the seams are not meeting on the studs. the screws leap into the gypsum and spin free, or deflect and burrow sideways the teacher is elsewhere. three of us wait for the fourth, who is trimming half an inch it is hot up here. I take off my hardhat. soon (?) this will be a classroom but the laundry machines are still here, hot, tumbling I put my hardhat back on sweat drips down my face the panel still doesn't fit the teacher is elsewhere I suppose what we are really learning here is how to plod in the face of entropy