elevators

words patricia dale lidis & images cebe loomis 

Children are starving, corporations are monopolizing, and where does the madness stop? It stops at your fingertips. You’re waiting in the elevator; you’re in a rush to get home, cook dinner, a meeting, a date, a rerun. And you hear the bell go off. The doors are closing swiftly but slowly. Until, at the last moment, just when you’ve relaxed, you see a shadow approach the doors. That is the moment when you have control. You can make someone’s day and share a smile, or create a bit of anguish. Will that meeting crumble if you don’t make it? Will your plans change? Maybe that person needs a break more than you do.


Stop that door. 

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