Prompts = Cube, Delirium, Bass
Am I heading to work or coming home? Can’t tell. It’s always dark, both ways. Always tired: short nights and long days under a dim low-hanging sky in front of a flat unblinking taskmaster in my cube. Tasteless food and restless sleep. Punch drunk. Delirium.
Through heavy lids I see myself reflected in the bus window. Wretched. I look old. I sound ancient: a pleasant bass turned wheezy, phlegmy. I don’t smoke. Can’t afford it.
I remember now: heading home. I think I did something at the office today. Unmemorable. Or was that yesterday? Or tomorrow?
Almost my stop.
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