the workers

unsure as to exactly where he was the reader was forced to turn his attention to his immediate surroundings. this was sometimes the most difficult thing for the reader to do. constantly enticed into worlds he only had a small part in creating the reader often forgot that he was located in an actual space and that his actions influenced the matter around him. where were the hands when you needed them? of course they were where they would invariably be found. work kept them from disappearing with the reader as he was swept along by waves of engrossing content and the inevitable periods of darkness and introversion that followed. work gave them purpose even as the reader reeked havoc on himself in the mirror room. they would, (as they always had), search for the means to make something from whatever was there in front of them. feeling their way into another creation the hands held the reader's attention...