a good smell, a green wall
I was brain fried on the drive home from 9 hours of testing and studying business statistics at Kennesaw State, when, out of nowhere the scent of honeysuckle filled my face and lingered for but moments. It was the most refreshing event of the day, short of a being face to face with my lover and having a silent conversation. That sweet smell cleanses my mind, like a murderer at a Catholic confession booth. Honeysuckle! I need me a fix. I don’t know much about the plant, but I think I’ll plant some outside my apartment window.
Now… I carefully nest in my cubicle awaiting an incredibly significant meeting, which alone holds the power to reshape my entire (work) life. It may allow me to actually communicate with other people (humans in their physical form), and not sit at this computer with a numb ass all damn daylong. I have two computer screens, to keep the mess of 300 windows somewhat organized. I feel the fluorescent lights fragmenting my seratonin and demolishing endorphins in my feeble brain chemistry. I’ve been here for a year and half. The olive green cubicle walls do not simulate nature. I need some nature.
Now… I carefully nest in my cubicle awaiting an incredibly significant meeting, which alone holds the power to reshape my entire (work) life. It may allow me to actually communicate with other people (humans in their physical form), and not sit at this computer with a numb ass all damn daylong. I have two computer screens, to keep the mess of 300 windows somewhat organized. I feel the fluorescent lights fragmenting my seratonin and demolishing endorphins in my feeble brain chemistry. I’ve been here for a year and half. The olive green cubicle walls do not simulate nature. I need some nature.