step into the office at work and turn on the computer. Read the mail, there is nothing but advertising. Delete all of this, all those purveyors of either slimness or potency or both together, the offers of cheap money, the letters asking for help defrauding foreign governments, such as Nigeria.
And end up with nothing. There is no work to be done. Everything has gone quiet, there is silence in the corridors.
Read the news again, whilst waiting for work, or an enquiry, or something. It is almost like having turned up on a free day by accident.
There are a few rumbles of building machinery outside, but that is all.
Sit there staring at the screen.
Confused thoughts
darkness
And a shake, now awake again.
This is no good.
Get up, the office has gone cold,
Turn on the heating, then go for a walk about the building.
In the basement, talk to a man who polishes crystals.
He has too much work, he complains.
Better remain silent.
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