Office Zen
by Alex Scott
Electronic displays on the walls tell me that there has been no data for five minutes,
Six minutes,
Perhaps there has been no data all morning,
No data,
Seven minutes,
It is a neon time parade, marching in demented quick step,
Eight minutes,
Bathe in the ‘no data' nirvana,
Nine minutes,
The angry gridwork of cubicles and desks seem to lean away into the darkness.
Twelve minutes,
My inbox,
Is empty.
