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.

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