A cubicle is a little fortress.
You can go in there and put your head down, you can hide in there.
A little fan blowing on you,
Someone else talking in an earbud..
Nobody can see me,,
Nobody knows.
Grind the task, if there actually is a task to grind..
You’re hiding.
That’s pretty much it.
Not a matter of being productive, because you are with your hands,,
But,,,
You don’t fuckin care.
You don’t care about any of this.
ANd all the years you struggled to get to this level?
Means nothing.
Not a fucking thing.
Nope.
Nopers.
Nada Bo bada.
Death is too good for you?
Cloudy eye.
Escape master
dawn 