I'm looking at the computer monitor tasks, mail, stickers, do this, do that, meeting calendar, deadlines, calls, chats this day is a fucking day and only in the evening, when the work pandemonium ends when colleagues say see you tomorrow when the monitor goes dark when it's too late when will the last inhabitant of this huge house fall asleep? when I sit quietly in the kitchenette I'll breathe out this hectic day I'll take an iPhone I'll open the photos your recently deceased dog And will cry