I was on bus in the north of England in the middle of the night, we were pulling into a coach station around which a little newly built concentration of office blocks had just sprouted. These were illuminated ; how much electricity is wasted in this world to show to the passing noctambulists the desolated interiors of lifeless workspaces. I reflected that man builds lifeless work places and days there are made tolerable by the things that are not remunerated and not encouraged, chatting, flirting, gossiping, dreaming, wasting time, pilfering office supplies. Life happens despite our constructs, thankfully, in the interstices. With nature we make better living spaces. I have worked in offices, it was a formative experience, my memories are of the people that I was thrown in with.

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