They want me to dress so fancy when I work in the dust. There is a great light in the shadows beneath my steps. They enjoy their numbers. I enjoy a distraction. They do too, they just find it hard to show sometimes. Dress pants makes the most curious ruffle against grey floors. Some wish to argue, others enjoy the concept of being right. I enjoy the contemplation of a frictionless environment. They seem to be tiring. I might fasten that tie just a bit tighter. Just a bit.