I am an employee

I am an employee of the Great Hall of Records, in the capital of our country. My mind wanders so throughout my day and I find myself writing down the impressions that come to me from extremes of sensory deprivation and the total abandonment of myself. In fact, having so little stimulus has provoked me into long examinations of the slightest objects, movements, or sounds. The significance of every shadow, each footstep, and the resounding force of every word spoken have taken on great life to me, since I have entered this dark place. I feel like a student, or a child. This is merely a beginning, I have found that while there are always infinite beginnings, there are hardly ever limits, or endings.