Living In A Square

My cubicle - Tai Seng

I have not started being creative yet until now. Instead of pencils and paintbrushes, I'm holding pens and a calculator.

Writing, typing, sighing and passing time munching snacks on my desk.

Office work is not so bad. But it's not that great either.

Simply put, my brain is gradually shaping itself to a square, just like everybody else.

I don't want to. It's meaningless. Your mind is trapped, like vehicles in a gridlock.

Plus I have no friends here. Just colleagues and other people whom I don't trust.

Is this going anywhere?