A huge mirror meets you as enter, the doppelganger looks unimpressed at your poorly kept uniform, so you share a careless customer service smile, stretching into a grimace for a fraction of a second, proving a cold irony.
The cubicle doors swing a little and so slowly, like a ghost town, paleness of the clinical decor. Details mostly in blue and orange scatter, Orange cubicle door (stopped swinging), blue bog brush, orange hand washing reminder, blue toilet roll dispenser...
My brain is deadened by this building. I’m a series of functions. I fit in, in here.
