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June 9, 2010
We are sitting, watching, waiting. Waiting for the bell, the time to start, the time to stop, the time to come, the time to go. Watching the clock, counting the minutes of the wait, counting up, counting down, even counting round. Sitting in silence, watching and waiting, sitting in rows and lines, like numbers. Each desk has a number. We are only numbers. There is no me, no I, no you. Only us, as we sit. A body, a subject. No sense of induvisual, no sense of anything. Just a number. That's all we are - just numbers. Sitting, Watching, Waiting.