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I am in a room made of glass, sorry, let me clarify, the walls and doors are glass, the carpet is woven by a machine where the workers are limited to toilet breaks, the plants are plastic in pots of gravel but the walls are glass and everyone can see in and I can see out. The table is shaped like a kidney, don't ask me why, it just is, manufactured by a factory making furniture shaped like human organs. That's the shape of the table, I can't change that, and the chairs are moulded from one piece of plastic, in bright colours and people look in through glass walls. I look out and I am really not there.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
table like a kidney / not really there
I am in a room made of glass, sorry, let me clarify, the walls and doors are glass, the carpet is woven by a machine where the workers are limited to toilet breaks, the plants are plastic in pots of gravel but the walls are glass and everyone can see in and I can see out. The table is shaped like a kidney, don't ask me why, it just is, manufactured by a factory making furniture shaped like human organs. That's the shape of the table, I can't change that, and the chairs are moulded from one piece of plastic, in bright colours and people look in through glass walls. I look out and I am really not there.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
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