i’ve never been in prison before – well perhaps an emotional lockdown, but nothing where the four walls which surround me define the space i am free to walk within. i’ve managed to lock the door from the inside of the office, and cant reopen it.

one the one hand, i could use this time to work hard, with no distractions, on the other hand, maybe i should be contemplating my existance, and how the simple action of ensuring a door cannot be opened can reduce oneself to nothing more than a inmate in my own workplace, and how that relates to the metaphor that is my industry, however, i’m going to look at the second other ‘odd nuclear genetically modified freak’ hand, and realise i’m just a bit of a muppet, and wait for someone to come back to the office and let us out.

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