00:00It is one of those East Bay afternoons where the light looks tired before five,
00:05and Monument Boulevard wears its dust like a second skin.
00:10I parked beneath a leaning palm, engine ticking,
00:14and watched the storefront cut a rectangle of fluorescent light into the gray.
00:20Pelican travel. The sign was a faded pelican perched on a ball,
00:26beak too long, eye a single pinprick. I told myself I was there for school,
00:33for a simple interview at the community college. But the room on the other side of the glass
00:39looked like a mouth about to say my name. I could feel the anticipation in my actions.
00:47The bell over the door would ring. The woman would look up.
00:53And the question, her question, would bend the day out of shape.
00:59The bell over the door, the environment, and the space.
00:59I'm not sure how it is.
00:59This is not something that I'm afraid.
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