Wednesday 9 December 2009: Out in the cold...
...looking into the warmth.
I wonder who this office belongs to? It is probably a lawyer, or maybe an accountant. Maybe it's something more interesting though. The room looks so stereotypically office like that I imagine a well dressed man walking in, looking round furtively, and pressing a switch on the book case. It swings open with a slight hum, and he walks through. As it hums shut, I hear his footsteps fading as he descends a hidden staircase. Who knows what lies beneath. Is it the headquarters of a top secret government agency, or could it be the base of an evil villain intent on anihilating us all? Perhaps it is more mundane, a brothel in a basement? Or more fantastic, a portal to another world?
But no man appears.
I'd better just go to work and get on with my day.