Day 4

Gesundheit.

That was quite a sneeze, Persephone.

I hope your sinuses are clear now.

It felt strange.

Watching you sneeze.

Voyeuristic. 

I don't think I was supposed to see that.

Was anyone else watching?

What went through your mind?

Perhaps I'm overthinking it.

Sometimes a sneeze is just a sneeze.

Day 3

Good afternoon.

It's a rather sunny day, madam.

I suppose that's why you're wearing those sunglasses.

Sweet shades.

We made eye contact at one point.

At least, I think we did.

It was rather hard to tell.

I couldn't actually see your eyes.

I saw the reflection of myself.

I wonder.

What did you see when you looked back at me?

Searching for my eyes?

Did you see yourself?

Day 2.2

Oh my.

Hello little dragonfly.

I did not expect to see you there.

Sitting on the sphere.

Were you tired?

It must be exhausting.

Flying around all day.

I hope you rested well there.

While it lasted.

But the Sphere never stops rolling, does it?

No rest for the wicked.

Day 1.2

You.

The girl in the houndstooth dress.

With purple tights and tan jacket.

I spied you watching us the entire time.

What gripped you?

A smile passed your lips once or twice.

What tickled you?

You checked your phone.

Who spoke with you?

So many questions.

So little time.

I like houndstooth.

Day 1

Hello there, Mister.

Yes, I'm talking to you.

The man on the fourth floor of the Bank of America building.

You were wearing a white shirt and trousers.

Very snazzy.

What was it like?

Looking down from above?

I wonder.

Do you understand what is happening?

Or does it look like the mindless toil of ants?

Keep watching us. From up there.

We are watching you from down here.

Day 0

Out of breath.

I'm supposed to write things.

Please wait. It's dark.

Welcome

Greetings.

I am Minion Zeta.

This is my blog.

My job is to watch Sisyphus push his sphere.

I work for Persephone.

I am one of eight.

Sometimes I don’t remember things about me.

Sometimes I do.

Ask me anything.