The dead buzz of the lights wakes you up for another day. You get up out of bed and put on torn and stained rags to start the day. You repeat the same tasks that you do every day, wash your face and brush your teeth with brown water. You try to look at yourself in the mirror, but dirt and cracks disrupts your view. You prepare some simple cereal for breakfast. You pour in the sugary grains and pick out a few cockroaches before adding the milk, it clumps so you have to hit it a few times to loosen it. You eat your cereal and leave the house.

  As you start your engine you wipe a cobweb from your mirrors, beginning to drive to work. You drive past and watch the world around, a few buildings and piles of rubble before you get stuck in traffic. You drum your fingers on the wheel as the person behind you honks the horn. You look forward to see enough space to switch lanes as you cut someone off. You can’t afford to be late for work.

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  When you finally arrive you open the door as a rotten wood floorboard breaks from your weight, that’s coming out of your salary. You get to your desk and switch on the computer, another dead buzz added to a monotonous symphony. You input numbers into a spreadsheet and email some files.

  Lunch break comes at ?:?? And you get a V%≤3q from the food truck down the street. You wait in line and order your usual mix of a dozen different animals ground into a paste. You eat it and chat with your coworkers until your break is over.

  You attend a meeting with a client to finalise an order that ends up going for ? hours past finishing time. You drive home tired as you walk through a hole in the walk and fall into bed. Only 1? years until retirement, you think as you drift off to sleep.

  The dead buzz of the lights wakes you up for another day.