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Viewpoint 2 is angled a little to the right so you can see better. In the little space between it and the taupe foamy board, I’ve crammed a lot of information, most new and some old; a few old bits with a new twist.

Sometimes I’ve thrown away things that I should have kept, and a lot of the times I’ve kept what I would never need, just for the comfort of knowing I had it.

I have to clean it out by tomorrow morning. The new guy’s coming, and I can’t just hand him a complete mess. I plan to pull it out in one big heap and recycle it in the big blue bin that says “No Newspapers.” But as I’m reaching in, things keep catching my eye.

Balloons!

A little farther back is a funny little blue dress with a white apron, a black hair bow and buckle shoes to match. I put it all on and chase Peter Rabbit until I fall into Kerckhoff Hall.

As I’m falling I pass Tarzan making speeches, students with shopping baskets, and a group singing, “This Village is my Village.” Down I fall onto a heap of papers, into a place with a lot of doors but no windows.

After turning some corners, I reach the smallest hallway, where there is a large coffee mug with a label around it, saying “DRINK ME,” printed in BureauGrotesque. I drink it. Suddenly I can’t reach out my arms without hitting walls, so I push them back. Much better!

I hear the trumpeting of a few yells. In a little while a grand procession passes me, with the King and Queen in the lead, the first bouncing a tennis ball.

How curious! I follow them into a room with a large table, where they are all crowded at one end. I sit. “Off with their heads!” the King and Queen yell, while we play musical chairs with words flying across the table.

When I get back to the smallest hallway, I meet Assistant-Dee and Assistant-Dum fighting about cutting inches faster.

Trying to resolve the problem, I declare we’ll finish by 4 o’clock. They both grin at each other.

“Time won’t do a thing you ask!” Assistant-Dee said. “It hasn’t since we finished ahead of Time last week!” continued Assistant-Dum.

None of this makes any sense, but it all strikes me as very important.

This is all a bit too much for me, so I search for something to keep me full until we’re done. There are some snacks in Copy; they don’t say “EAT ME,” but I do. Now I’m too full, bursting with all these facts. It makes me tired, so I stretch out on a few chairs.

I wake up outside in the grass and the sun. It’s tomorrow morning already, and reality grins at me as it reappears.

The space is now empty but not blank – there are some stains on surfaces and floors here and there. They’ll be there for a long while after we’re all gone.

Viewpoint too.

Find Hashem under a tree dreaming of penguins.