Critical (x)mass

Rather odd, being in the office between Christmas and New Year, with hardly anyone else here. It’s a weird phase of the year; a kind of stalled temporal limbo, a time out of Time…incognitum hactenus…fluorescent tubes provide an ersatz daylight that jars dissonantly with the darkness outside…incessant air-con hum…potted plants enjoy an eternal summer that fears no September…seconds pass like hours and hours like seconds: the clock ticks louder and louder, a malign autistic percussionist…drums, drums in the deep…we cannot get out…they are coming…

Perhaps I should get back to work.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: