Outsiders

There is an outside.

There must be. It’s where the others come from.

They try to draw me out with their questions and comments. But I like it here.

Here, where the coloured words scroll by in their structure so familiar. Here, where the work happens.

I’m never sure what the others do. They say do this. They say that is wrong.

Their stories, their puppet scripts, their tests. So what.

I’m staying here in my IDE, where all the work gets done.

Doesn’t it?