Cubicles...cubicles in which we work
Well defined and well maintained
A primitive way of taming the live stock with blinders
To avoid much of distraction...

Glued...glued to a shining surface
Images and sheets...sheets with lines
Lines with boxes
We rely on these lines more than the breathing stuff around

Almitra hates...hates this cubicle...
Do not want to work....


Just another manic Monday

The men huddled with their black cloaks resembled to none other than crows ready to pierce my flesh...but I had still some hope left that I was alive and not stale..that may instill the feeling of what they call a slight tinge of reluctance.
The deteriorated, shaky about to collapse confession box still imitated grace. It was brown...thats it.

I wonder whether THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT will be the same!!!