Tuesday, 18 October 2016
A man sits hunched over his desk, trying to tame a mountain of paper which overflows on to the chair and floor. His suit jacket hangs on a nearby chair. A lamp sheds like on the man's calculations. A freshly brewed cup of coffee keeps him going well into the night. His cup and saucer, along with his pipe, sit on a chair next to the desk. A cat lies curled up by his feet. Spread across the floor is a "small blizzard of tattered pay stubs and receipts". The dreaded date is circled in red on the calendar: March 15, 1945. The pressure mounts. Will he make the deadline? Will he tame the mountain of paper? Will life go on as we know it?