If your 9 to 5 office life consists foremost of wishing it was over – for the day, the week, forever – it might resemble somewhat of a prison sentence: closed in by the narrow walls of a cubical cell, tied down to a chair and chained to a keyboard, one hour lunches being your lap in the yard. Freedom is but a dream until it’s finally time to clock off. Looking at it from the outside, I can’t help but seeing bars in the symmetry that comes with the sterile and institutional blueprint of office buildings around the world.
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a glimpse
glimpse: BUSY DIZZY | If your job isn’t the job for you, being busy might make you dizzy: fingers stapled to the keyboard, you hastily type your lifetime away, 8hrs a day; the next weekend ever too far, the next vacation further yet, retirement but a remote dream of a dream of a different life; a mirage really, once you reach it heaving 60+ years but having left behind the lightness of your youth. No backspace to slam now. Plagued by angst and inertia, your cellmates in the cubical penitentiary are guilty of the same crime – high stakes trades: contentment for happiness, security for moments, office life for life. And so the self-inflicted sentence will be just that: office life for life. But there is the hope of breaking out – and even this picture is trying to escape its rectangular fence, when you stare at it long enough.
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