Mugs

The night shift at Colorization Inc. is one cup of coffee after another, then all neatly stacked in the dishwasher, row upon row of identical white mugs to be washed for the next shift of trackers, all sitting at their workstations off the long corridor they call the Bowling Alley, crudely tracing through their frame sheets with broad blocks of pre-defined colours. There’s lunch around 4:00 A.M. and two well spaced breaks, until it’s time to line up again and punch out. “Hey, it’s just like 1984!” someone jokes, as if that hadn’t already occurred to everyone there, every night.

Photo by Peter W. Gilbert.