Filing

When you've spent a good four or five hours filing, the world becomes a quirkier place. Names keep passing by your eyes, getting alphabetized, getting filed, and you start to think, "Hey, I wonder if I ever passed Julie Rundgren-maybe sat next to her on the train or shared a smile when that guy in front of us tripped. And what of that guy? Was that Gordon Milichap?" And inevitably, you move past the point of wondering if you shared seconds with any of these people and you start to wonder more personal. Is Allisa Bagoyan married? And if ancestors of Smiths and Coopers were smiths and coopers, than what did Andre Gharakhanian's ancestors do for living?

I suppose we do this to help pass time, but also I think there's a general desire to know. It's the human experience-subdued and forced to file paper in an office-but the human experience just the same.