Corporate Drones

A dark blue blazer squeezes my shoulder blades in toward my spine. If I slouch even an inch, my constricted muscles will surely overpower the thin threads that hold this overpriced, sleeved iron-curtain together. I nod and smile as I shake hands with dry-cleaned suit after dry-cleaned suit, but I can’t quite manage to transfer expression from my half-moon lips to my stubborn eyes. “I’m interested in law, maybe politics " not totally sure.” Collared Adam’s apples vibrate as jargon flies from corporate tongues. I wonder if they’re still human enough to notice the disillusionment that’s radiating from the center of my pupils and slowly enveloping my entire being. I don’t want to be a drone. I’d rather be alone in endless childhood. I’d rather be alive.

Reviews

[JC]

I really like the end of this, very Tao endless mind and pliability of a child and as opposed to cold world robotic networking. Well done.