I am sitting in the office, watching as everyone microwave their lunch and hurrying back to their desks. What really happened here? Why are we so scared to sit together and have a lunch. I am usually sitting in the middle of kitchen with all my stuff scattered looking at these people rushing out of kitchen in case they feel force to converse with me. Today my lunch and fruit become stale. My own fault, I left them in my bag for a day. When I opened them, the salad was all slimy and and my fruit .... ahhh you don't want to know.

So, I am here writing, hungry and wanting to find a way to flee these morbid walls ... Finding a pleasant person who would like to have lunch.