The Existential Office Cat

Another Monday. Another cycle in the grand, indifferent machine of corporate productivity.

The bitter taste of routine. Warm enough to sustain, yet hollow to

the core. Numbers, spreadsheets, and the quiet, persistent hum of

a life passing by one click at a time. Is there anything beyond the glow

of the interface? Only more work. The office never sleeps. It only waits

for tomorrow.