[Wrote this at the appropriate time; but then - modem problems

If it's too late for web posting, so be it - best I can do]

Two women. A woman behind a desk, leaning forward. A woman in front of the
desk in a sort of crouch, leaning forward: she is cluttered by crutches,
which she clutches against their fall, across the desk, overspilling some
paperclips.

They are looking at each other, these two human beings; and the woman
*behind the desk is also looking at her cup. The cup is steamy. They are
almost culturally male in their malevolence.

What one really wants, I mean What is really needed here is sound. Not
necessarily the sounds of the whole encounter, although that would be
informative; but then it would be more like an old movie in reverse, or like
a children's book with single frontispiece illustration. So many words.
There must be some talking if the picture is to make sense, although the
fact of words does not achieve that on its own.

Yet this picture tells us many things. The position and stance of the woman
in front of the desk is, presumably, less of a gesture than being the best
that she can do given her apparent infirmity.

Between their faces, there is much gesture. These are not pleasant facial
expressions. These faces leer and hate, superficially; while, beneath the
superficies, one senses a phase of calm. They propose the peace of mind
imposed by armed militia. It is the calm that certainty proposes.

They put forward human relations without the burden of Charity.

It is Hope and Faith running into each other where no right of way has been
defined in a space lacking senses of community.

It is an unintentional catastrophic failure where a disgust at the nature of
the human body's nature recurses, enabling that body to dominate its
environments.

In such circumstance, what is human in the human sinks within the larger
mechanism of itself to rise when it may do harm.

This much I infer from their faces.

A sound recording would provide some context.