It was a grand place. Everything seemed to be amiable and transparent, including the tangible building.The walls proudly declared its inmates, standing tall, eagerly erect. Lights flickered at each and every corner, throwing with them bits of information.The inmates lived in an oblivion of those flickering lights, yet moving back and forth about them. Each 'worker' possessed a space of their own, embracing, smiling, reminding them of a warm surrounding.They were comfortable in their own shells, working, nodding, fingers moving at their best speeds, eyes pacing about the angle of vision.They were alert, aware and absorbed. Each building was enclosed in glass walls, drawing a sort of partition among them. One could sense the sensual serenity in the air. Eyes could see the colorful keyboards and the black and grey screens, the ears could hear the hasty typing, the nose could smell the mellifluously intermingled perfumes coming from different people, the mouth waiting for a laugh or a conversation and the skin growing hot and cold against different temperatures. People were accepting of each other's presence, yet indifferent. The relationships that existed were severely and loyally performed...a boss and an employee..friends...partners...a lift man and a guard...a caretaker and a pantry boy...a computer and a keyboard. Every now and then, one could see a new person walking towards the door and away from it, coming and existing. There was a loud silence around. A stagnant motion.
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