I always feel like walking out of my job, whatever it is. Just getting my bag and walking out of the front door. Not saying a word. It would be so liberating.
Walking down the flights of meticulously clean stairs, through the lobby, past the miserable receptionist and out into the big wide world. I always have a strong urge to do it but I’m held back. By reason. I need money to live. But why should I slave away for a company I’m lost in, which doesn’t care if I live or die. I want to walk. The odd thing is that I know that soon, I’m going to.