Comic Strips

Nothing compares to slow rot and decay of the office. Every day your body slowly grows more decrepit, more out of form. Fingers bending to natural shapes, knuckles becoming knobbed and fingers thin. The slow click clack of the keyboard and shuffle of paper lulling your mind into a soft slumber you dare not take. Your back aches, but you know it’s your fault for not keeping good posture, surely it’s not related to spending god knows how many hours sitting in the same exact spot. Your legs feel numb. What how long have you been here exactly? How many hours has it been? Surely your shift is over now sure the clocks is wrong? The calendar too? Bill from accounting comes to your desk pulling your mind away from this terrifying thought. more office chatter, can’t he see your busy? You have so much work to do, wait, what is it you do again? You’ve been here so long but you still can’t really tell what it is they want you to do. You pretend as long as you can. Papers in papers out, emails read and responded, forms filled. When people ask what you do you give them some vague important sounding title and try to change the subject. How long have you been here…?