Edison Invention


The second floor had been a few things in the two years before.

A healthcare group, that somehow ended up on the wrong end of the healthcare bill. An empty set of unfinished floorplans with unfinished windows when the contractor who lived in Frederick sent everyone home because of the tornado warning. A Buzzfeed political office on the night of the midterm elections. On the floor above, an association of college and university attorneys played the loudest edition of rochambeau. Seriously, it was the rowdiest group of twenty professionals I ever heard in the hundreds of events I managed during the stretch when we still technically had a neighbor. I ferried the writers the largest bottle of alcohol I could find in apology — their door cracked open just slightly — in that token gesture of all district transactions on the only night of the year any of those reporters (Benny included) couldn’t have already absconded down the last flight of steps to a happy hour of their own. The basement bar was still a few weeks away from their soft openings.

After we took it over, the conference room glass had to be stored in the back closet by the same contractors who had put it together because it literally couldn’t be removed from the building unless we broke them each into a hundred thousand little pieces. They’d forklifted at least five metric tons of tempered glass onto each of the floors before the windows went in but after the twister warning.

That second floor, once we took it over and pulled up the squares of carpet and strung up the bistros, eventually afforded me the space to discover everything in this last year.

And I saw now— one solar circuit complete, walking the floor full of a new crimson shade of pillows and somehow less fake succulents — what he had been saying all along about the bistros. I’d been far too attached to everything about the building, perhaps even defined by it. I saw how despite their luminance, it was a just a question of when — not if — the bistros would come down and be replaced by another edison invention.

But older.

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