workforce boredom vol 2

i've been going over the chapters of a novel i wrote 88 years ago. in hopes of recapturing the essance of what i was feeling. i remember that i never felt i had it in me to write a complete novel, but i loved writing short stories. so my plan was to write many short stories that when compiled together would more or less form a narrative. though as i began writing i more or less found my sense, so the thought was kinda discarded. with that in mind, i have been writing paragraphs and pages that do not connect to my novel in a linear sense, but capture the concept and feelings of the work.

here is a paragraph i wrote while bored at work that may or not be connected to chapter seven (the fifth day)

there is a microscopic air war happening in the sun beam light dripping in front of me. my consciousness fades out to a bigger picture. me sitting here in this row of chairs in this empty forever hallway. above me and below me are 100 floors that are exactly the same. i snap back into myself and blow hot breath in the sky battle in front of me disrupting its magnificence. i relax my body and lay my head back in the chair. my eyes roll back and i gaze up into the static yellow white light. my eyes close and i still see orange fuzzy red, blood flowing through my skin. my mind blurs into the smaller picture. individual blood cells and atoms and molecules. a chart of arrows and lines and numbers and symbols. oh geometry or physics or whatever.

 also while bored at work that day i drew another monster... more work monsters to come...