I must say I don't like the office. Perhaps it'd be different if the place weren't so dimly-lit. I feel like a caged bird, desperate to spread my wings and soar upon the breeze.
My fellow prisoners seem to share the sentiment. They work hard in spurts. They light up whenever we talk, save when I wish to ask something of them. But otherwise they carry themselves with the mild contentment oft used to mask indifference. As far as I've seen, they mostly while away the hours reading on their phones or chatting amongst friends.
