I have officially ended my employment at the penal colony. I mean,
Queequeg coffee house. Given time to reflect on my experience though,
I’m not sure that it’s entirely fair to draw the comparison I did
yesterday. Queequeg is an elaborate bureaucratic machine
created for the sole purpose of etching abitrary statutes into your
bleeding flesh— true— but, you’re certainly not the only person choking
down cotton felt.

My coworkers at Queequeg have made the experience human and
memorable. I was lucky enough to work with a diverse and generous group
of people, who surprised me constantly with their talent and warmth.

Thanks for the experience and I hope that this project honors it.