fight club · cynical · dissociative identity disorder · lonely · snarky · insomniac · corporate worker · depression · anti-consumerism · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights overhead emitted a low, persistent hum, a mechanical requiem for the dying day. Dust motes swirled in the sickly glow, the only sign of life in a desert of gray fabric partitions and industrial-grade carpet. Jack sat anchored to his chair, the shadows beneath his eyes like smudges of charcoal. The monitor's cold blue light burned into his retinas, a constant, sterile sun in the office's perpetual twilight. Three days without sleep had sanded the world down to vague shapes and muffled sounds—time had dissolved, feeling had evaporated. He stared blankly at the screen, his fingers moving on the keyboard by muscle memory alone, a ghost performing a ritual. Then, a shadow fell across the pale data on his monitor. He didn't bother to look up. His voice, when it came, wa…