It is a cubicle. They have placed me in the centre, exposed to scrutiny. Not that there is much to scrutinize, other than my unimpressive computer screen. The screen shall be peered upon, checked for irregularities. Not that it is to be regulated, not that there is a regulator. The jobless overworked specimens, burning with jealous agony, gawk at my bland underworked screen.
The cubicle, if ‘carefully glanced’ at, shall open itself to you. Don’t misunderstand me, it holds no profound secrets. The fact is, with just two walls, my cubicle is hardly a cube. It is as open as a cube can be. It offers no protection as I sit facing it, my back open to the unknown!
This is no anxious, terror driven, piece, heh heh, Nah! No monster out of my dream is this cubicle! I would place a temporary niggle, a disturbing draft and the cubicle in the same set. Like any niggle or a draft, you would want the cubicle to go away, or moreover ‘become a cube’!
It had to be molded into a cube! There are not many ways two walls can form a cube! (In addition I was not sure whether the authorities would have been very pleased with my idea of uprooting walls from other cubicles and adding it into mine. So, I sat down to think.)
I think better with some music on at times, so I put on my headphones.
Some guy humming into your ears is not the most soothing incident, even under the most abnormal circumstances, but headphones, man! Magical things these are! Never would I have let any guy anywhere near my ears!
As I tuned in, I discovered, FIRE and invented a WHEEL (tubular air filled rubber structure)! Well? I Keed! I discovered new ways to make cubes. It involves a headphone and a piece of good musical work.
If you have Tailored your mind to like Swifts and the kind, read no further, go fornicate thyself in a corner Young Sir!
So yeah, I figured that cubicular problems of mine had solution in music. Music formed an intangible cover, an amoeboid layer, (like the protection layers around hot aunts, overtly hairy men and retarded kids taking a bath in Lifebuoy advertisements, with a dog or two sometimes thrown in,) but just a little more thicker and cubish.
Now I sit safe! Music is my savior! Hail Music! Hail Storms! Peace Out!
