Everything Gone

I've spent the past fifteen hours sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen. Through my milky window I saw the sun wander from left to right, until in the late afternoon in lost interest in my apartment and moved on. Meanwhile, I was typing emails and updates, translations and write-ups. I watched the day go by, counting finished articles and putting them in digital folders.

It's funny, with a simple combination of keys it all disappears. As if it never happened. Imagine that was the case, what a horrifying thought. I would look back on fifteen hours of nothing, of meaningless sitting in my not even comfortable chair. I would be left with a thirty-minute lunch break, a ten-minute coffee break, a five-minute phone call and a number of visits to the bathroom.

Fortunately, it is just a thought. It's one fifteen and I slowly feel myself giving in to sleepiness and shoulder aches. I think I have a bad posture when I sit here. Not so much when I'm out in a restaurant or a coffee shop, just here at home, at my desk. Perhaps it has something to do with my mental connection, my wiring that tells me this seat means work. Work that I used to enjoy.