Freewrite 10/28/24 (NaNo Prep)
I find myself at work, yet again. It is Monday- a detail I glean from the kitschy kitten calendar that hangs on the corkboard hanging above my desk. I have no memory of purchasing the calendar, just like I have no memory of being hired at this office. It is, I presume, an office, based on the uniform beige carpet, the rows of cheap particle board cubicles which line it stretching into the middle distance. I inhabit one of these box-like cubicles, and it occurs to me that, like Schrödinger's Cat, I am unable to conclusively determine whether I am alive or dead without the intervention of an outside observer.
This life-changing revelation quickly fades into the background of my mind as I turn my attention to the only other occupant of my cubicle/prison: a blocky tan Commodore Amiga 3000 computer, complete with CRT monitor and corded mouse. My gaze is drawn to the flickering image that takes up the majority of the screen: it displays an iconographic representation of a tree.
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