I have a weird still feeling. Like I am in a bubble or my ears are a little blocked or something.
There are noises around. Rumbling, crashing and banging from building sites and cars, but they are all external of the room I occupy and distant.
The automatic opening sliding glass door more like a television screen. The picture doesn't seem real.
The slanting late afternoon sunlight and diffused fluorescents clash and contrast strangely in my sight, turning the potplants a plastic fake green and seemingly too structural to be natural. Closer to a vent off the ducted airconditioning, they move gently, threateningly, like restless triffods.
It seems wrong to move.
A disturbance of administrative order.
I should have dust settled on me to show I belong.
Sometimes offices feel creepy. Probably I should go home before I become any more nuts, ey?
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