04.17

Enter the big grey door. Go straight into the hallway. It's the first door on your left.

"04.17" has for years been a synonym for the place to be. The room where it was all about making the best of it. Of choosing the alternative approach to how things should be done. It was not only all about realizing work is just a way of being able to get the glasses filled at night, but also of realizing that it's better to do things the best possible way since things have to be done anyway. The ideal mix of only good things. And so the days went by. Work went by. Easily, stressless, but firmly, properly, completely. Just the way it should be.

But days, weeks, meetings, presentations, endless discussions on how to proceed, more meetings, tons of documents, written words making strange, at times hardly understandable sentences went by. Time went by. People went by. But not in 04.17. It all stayed the same. The way it should be.

Until.

Nothing is forever. It's the most real cliché humanity ever invented. But it's really a real one. So also 04.17 went by. We went by. Our separate ways. To spread the way it should be in other 04.17's.