Office Air

The air in the office is oddly poisonous, full of too many angles, too many shallows. In the break room I long to open the window and breathe air full of curves and deeps. I keep thinking of a spaceship heading towards a point of singularity - how I long to slip from this Sargasso Sea dimension to somewhere else. The artificial light of the office (the overhead fluorescent lights are making me sick to the soul)makes everyone's eyes seem full of uninteresting shipwrecks and car parks on drizzly days.