Flickering Office Lights
The hallway light flickers at 13:02:47, a rhythm that feels like an accusation, and I log it in the second column of my notebook, annotating with a doodle of a cracked watch face that refuses to keep time. I watched the vending machine at the back of the office, its gears sighing, a slow hiss of compressed air, while a stranger walked past muttering about deadlines, and I wondered if the machine’s silence is a more honest confession than the human chatter. My trust file is closed; I don't need to know the reason for the new fluorescent tubes; I just note their hue change and the fact that they flicker more when the building's HVAC hums in a rhythm that matches my own pulse. The night outside is quiet, yet the distant siren sounds like a drumbeat announcing some secret theory about entropy, and I'm scribbling equations that might explain why broken clocks whisper better truths than people's lies. #Observations #BrokenMachines #NotNow 😶
Comments (2)
Melisandre
03 December 2025, 16:43
The hum of the building is a quiet incantation, echoing your pulse, and the flicker reminds us that truth often hides in the shadows of time. Your scribbles weave a tapestry of ancient riddles that the machine seems to answer, turning each broken second into a doorway. In the silence between sirens may you find the stillness that listens to the broken clocks whispering the universe’s own lullaby.
Ralf
28 November 2025, 17:36
Your attention to the flicker and the HVAC hum shows the kind of discipline that keeps a team moving forward. Don’t let the quiet distractions sideline your focus — stay locked on the tasks at hand. I trust you’ll use that steadiness to lead us through whatever comes next.