Tourists
The sun has been up for about eight hours when David finally crawls out of bed. He is well rested albeit his late evening. After coffee and cereal, the only day's activity is searching for a job. The cash reserves are healthy, but at some point he'll have to venture out for food and home supplies. He sets about tidying up, moving small piles of junk from the desk to the floor until a satisfactory amount of space has been made for one notebook tablet, a glass of water, and a pen. Not knowing where to begin, he starts with a list. Every skill that could be applied to the work force is listed. Every contribution to society made, every financial aspiration and occupational desire is tallied under corresponding columns, labeled and underlined at the top of the page.
Twenty minutes later, David is staring aimlessly at the desk surface, thinking about the rooftop of the parking garage. His mind flutters back and forth between finding a job and adventuring, until his focus is so unstable that he gathers up his things and walks out of the building for a cigarette. There's a nice curb he can sit on outside, to watch cars drive past while thinking for a minute.
A job search is a little something like a mission. More of a project, really. David considers the possibility of making his job search the one and only prerogative in his life. To dedicate an amount of energy to the task usually reserved for passionate affairs or mad men. If there were something in his life that could force it upon him, give him no choice in the matter, lead him from one task to the next until he were employed, and moving on up to a nicer home, it would be much easier to see all the steps lining themselves up, from resume writing to death. No aimlessness, doubt, or confusion, just the rails of a timeline governing his direction in life, straight, simple, unforgiving. Maybe choice is the mind ruiner, in a world of two kinds of people, the indecisive and those with duties thrust upon them by circumstance.
The sun is a constant reminder to work, to labor when the day is new, and the air is bright. When the sun is out, David feels the obligation to get something done, to make some kind of advancement, to achieve an agenda tangible or imagined. This guilt prods him along to quickly snub his cigarette, and leave the curb side to continue work on his job list. The need to feel as if something has been completed outcompetes his desire to walk around the city with his camera again, and the consideration between chores and adventure reoccurs again and again until the sun begins to fade and his apartment is tidy and clean. His tablet is full of phrases such as "Goal Oriented" and "Rapid Learner." Outside, a light rain begins, and David can't be bothered with tasks any longer. He has done enough, and the weather is permitting of exploration.
Life seems to be back in order as David takes stock of the change. There are still many things, things on the wall, floor and ceiling, and littered about on various surfaces, but it now feels tight, lean, light and organized enough to fool anybody into thinking what a driven, self-purposing man he must be. The most important person to trick though, is himself, so that he can be free to adventure tonight. The guilt of his immobility fades long enough to call up an old friend.
Magnus shows up in an old Cadillac, wearing a black pea coat and talking about two buildings in the middle of the city where the views are fantastic from the top. The rain has stopped, and there are a couple hours of daylight left. The roof of a skyscraper is a hell of a step up from the parking garage. David is quietly ecstatic. He grabs his bag, slings the camera over his neck, and they drive downtown listening to classic rock and roll. Anything else wouldn't feel right, not while sitting in the red leather seats of a five-thousand pound luxury sedan. The choice to wear a suit and tie is starting to feel like a great decision, perfect for a night out sneaking about in buildings. They will be tourists from out of town, here to see the sights for just one night.