not always – almost never – a lawyer’s office is that deep, poorly lit room at the bottom of our lives.
at least mine is just an open door, a burst of laughter, a few lit steps, a diploma on the ceiling, a “Pisa” cabinet,
and a lot of sweat, passion, energy, the desire to have coffee with everyone and to hold the scalding cup in their hands,
tell them Law, things from today, from news and soap operas – saying, like a poet, even so, I can’t say it, but I say
here, in a flash, is a law firm.