i went back to my office on Friday for the first time since my accident.
There was a kind of post-Chernobyl quality to the frozen-in-time-and-abandoned tableau of those once familiar objects on my desk.
My week-at-a-glance calendar lay open where I had left off. It was covered in a fine layer of dust, and the August 2010 headline stared back at me auspiciously.
There was no entry for "Fall 20 Feet Down A Black Hole" penciled in for after lunch on Tuesday August 24th.
A new draft of a screenplay for one of my projects was dated August 18. That was the day we left for Malaysia.
A stack of unpaid bills called out for attention, and the batteries had died on my three-time-zone clock leaving the hour and minute hands quietly still.
As I looked around the room, I imagined a Babes In Toyland or Toy Story-like scenario of the animated life these inanimate objects must have enjoyed in my long absence.
Suddenly it felt quite suspicious that my iTunes was open to the "party song" playlist, my bookshelf of dvd's had clearly been riffled through like some drive-in movie theater, and what was that entry in my check book ledger made out to "office supplies"? Right!
It was clearly time for me to re-assert my dominion over this once-familiar territory, but with the new perspective that is afforded to one whose life has been interrupted.