The Company
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The Company Sigman Byrd We believed in the company as permanent gravity, as sacrament（圣礼）, and got the job done. We were given the memo about getting it done. But then the company changed hands. Another, more profitable company hoisted up a sign and told us the product line "needed adjusting." We were told. And the company, like a beneficent scrim of blackened sky, pure space -- we looked up into it after a hard day, everything in it glowing and turning, a spray of light patterned into an elastic, expansive aura we began to envision as living. We listened to the forklifts（铲车，升降机） whir through the company, delivering things, sending things away. It sounded like a cube of restless ocean under a coil of glistening weather. It breathed like who we were when we donned our protective suits and flashed our data cards. Good morning, we said and imagined the company's flinty（坚硬的）, flexible shell resembled something deep inside us. We believed in our work as sympathetic blueprint, as touchable. We were alive. We had forgotten we were alive. We believed the company was the one thing we could believe in. |
