DOMINO’S A trip over to Domino’s 8:00pm on a Saturday was like walking into another dimension, this mainframe where thousands of phone calls converge on the red blue and white workers locked into their positions with nowhere to climb families and friends coming to sit for their pizzas as I stood for mine hallucinating on the functions in modern-day Washington Heights wondering how often everyone really looked at themselves deep within seeing their naked reality and where it isn’t going where it could go searching for something else please... January 30, 2005 © Ben Gerstein