Back in the Jug Agane

In the office and already sleepy: what is it with this place? Do they pipe anaesthetic gas in through the air vents or something, to keep us drones calm in the face of madness and more amenable to the bizarre intricacies of government bureaucracy? I should probably thank them if they do; imagine what state I’d be in if they didn’t.

Somewhere in the depths of my memory, there is the dim and fading recollection of a holiday. I don’t think that I imagined it, but it seems distant, elusive and indeed, illusive, too.

Wake me up if anything important happens.

Back in the Jug Agane

In the office and already sleepy: what is it with this place? Do they pipe anaesthetic gas in through the air vents or something, to keep us drones calm in the face of madness and more amenable to the bizarre intricacies of government bureaucracy? I should probably thank them if they do; imagine what state I’d be in if they didn’t.

Somewhere in the depths of my memory, there is the dim and fading recollection of a holiday. I don’t think that I imagined it, but it seems distant, elusive and indeed, illusive, too.

Wake me up if anything important happens.