Working in an office for a great many years can be one of the most crucifying experiences. You are forced to repress your biological need to kill everyone around you.
“The sleeper, real and dear, is carved on the dark.
Minerals of sleep are travelling into him.
Travelling out of him.
Signal leps in his wrist.
Caught to me, caught to my nerve.”
Anne Carson | “TV Men: The Sleeper”
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