I am a Machine Operator. When the man from the metal place came and told me I was going to be a Machine Operator I was not happy and I was not sad. I just was. I watched my shadow along the floor of that place and it seemed to twitch at me, the head did. It seemed to twitch and look back at me because I made him, my shadow. I made him by just being. I just was and so was my shadow.

The man from the metal place, he is not like anyone else I have ever known. He is almost like metal too and I wonder why isn't he a Machine Operator? Why am I a Machine Operator. There are fair things and there are unfair things but life it is neither. It just is.