typing: eyes closed, mouth open

What is ordinary consciousness and why does my job seem to be a mandate to sequence technology, organized resources, and the drumming human wilderness of movement, need, and intention into a contained, useful modality?

A student tells me, ‘be well’ and I reply ’stay fresh’.  Medical students, librarians, and bags of chips need to stay fresh.  Another student walks by with the the words ‘don’t make me give you drugs’ on her shirt.

Librarians manage all kinds of things all kinds of ways.  While some librarians bark and froth, I blush.  Blushing is good for me.  It’s OK to drop your eyes and hide from the group.   Change your middle name change the way your hands touch the air and end your sentences with a nervous laugh.  As you change I am determined to discover why I am typing, eyes closed, mouth open.