Proximity (Randall Mann)

I like the symmetry of the extraneous letters in Randall Mann's name. His poem, Proximity, reminds me clearly of working in an office and of the importance/utter silliness of one's work and the work environment.

I don't know exactly where this poem is taking place, but from some of the keywords I imagine it to be in a tech company in Silicon Valley. I suppose I could Google the provided street to see where it is, but what's the point? The sentiments in this poem are not solely found there, the officeplace environs and feelings are more-or-less universal, I think.

Favorite line: "Proximity measures shame."

Proximity measures shame.