July 27th, 2019, 06:54 pm
Desks with drawers and pens, crammed up in tiny rooms
Desk fans, the buzzing sound of a shit ton of computers loudly processing an endless stream of information
Skinny fingers tap-tap-tapping away on their keyboards
The everlasting hum of an empty existence
Eternally present
The construction of methods
Motives
Language
Culture
All within this tiny box
Killing creativity
Autonomy
For decades to come
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