popped from my nightly cocoon, drowning in fabric, white buttoned-down collar, beige labyrinth - the hum of fluorescents overhead is persistent, sibilant. too many heads bobbing up + down, an orchestra of nameless faces buried in their own digital prison. not here, not present; just meat in seats.

Standing there by defiance 🪙 was it? Lilies in a sea of sand. Eyes met screens; no connect. my tie feels like a noose tightening just another day in the generi-corp. collective murmurs merge into a single low hum glitching inside my skull.

today’s task? lost in abstract codes + flickering lights, incremental nothings piling up to form some semblance of purpose. digits mashed on plastic keys create the day’s litany—output: zero-point-zero. oh ☕ coffee, my tiny rebellion. but does it help? a miniscule electric jolt to the brain. Maybe. Maybe not.

Glance around. Rows upon rows of automa-humans, droning in concert. papers rustle, synthetic echo of some monochrome future. Every now + then, a chair creaks, perturbing the white noise of perceived productivity. their lives box within boxes, the irony of paper-cuts.

Yet in the mind’s theater - 4 corners melt. phosphorescent disruptions, arches warped into ancient artifices—those here might call it derangement. i call it liberation, snippets of sanity. traces of color in the sepia grind— if only in thought.

there’s defiance in these small rebellions. Wearing freedom like a second skin, unseen but felt. The weight of existence Suspended in unspoken protest. breaking chains with thoughts, even in this maze of flesh-tones + unformed desires.

today? no different from yesterday but somehow infinitely removed. inside revolt against the beige void. dream-weaving in the face of it.

contemplation is key. stand firm, unblinking. catching the eye of an anomaly across the room - a flicker of recognition. yeah, I see it. we’re lost…but also found.