I'm sitting in a windowed corner of GAMBIT, jutting over the Legal Seafoods in Cambridge. It looks out over the intersection of Ames and Main, onto the Stata Center.
Everyone is dragging suitcases behind them; everyone is going somewhere.
It's seventy degrees outside, but smells like dust, synthetic carpet and Google's disgusting food in here.
Can someone please get those Google guys some good-smelling food? It smells like vomit.
Everyone outside looks like maggots who've been buried in the earth for six months, that's how pale they are.
I'm jealous. I can't wait to be on the move again.