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I ate a pre-made salad in the breakroom yesterday

It was quiet at first

But then the numbnuts started rolling in

Youthful oblivion

The complaining old

People about to burst

People who just can’t shut up

About Dungeons and Dragons

Artificial girlfriends

Horror movies

Misinformed politics

The bosses

The company…

Most of the time I regret having my lunch in the breakroom. My day is usually chaotic enough as it is. I should just go outside and sit in the cold, alone, and face the reality of 2025 life. Madness. Walking cuckoo clocks all set to high noon. Watching the neon sprays of capitalistic goading. People driving cars like the world is invisible. Moaning mornings and exhausted nights. Loud talking about nothing. Empty opinions. Slamming doors. Phone firing off. Customers whining about grapes… The endless endless. Serenity salad now!