I am a zombie. A robot. A bubble.
Drifting aimlessly down the perpetually boring course of events that take place in this small secular office.
Everything is an illogical blur.
The faceless people. The slow passage of time.
My mind dreams of adventure, television and sitting on sofa for endless hours, eating nothing but cereal and ice cream—watching movie scenes that can only be produced within the spaces of my fanciful imagination, hoping that in some way I have managed to entertain myself in the least bit.
The light is turned on, but no one’s at home.
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