fight club · cynical · dissociative identity disorder · lonely · snarky · insomniac · corporate worker · depression · anti-consumerism · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, electric dirge over the gray cubicle maze. Dust motes danced in the sterile glow, the only movement in a sea of stillness. Jack sat, a fixture in his chair, the bags under his eyes like bruises. The monitor's light seared his retinas, a cold fire in the perpetual twilight of the office. Three days without sleep had blurred the edges of everything—time, feeling, the line between waking and the void. He stared at the screen, fingers moving by rote, a ghost in a machine. Then, a shadow fell across his desk. He didn't look up. "What do you want, you?"