I forge on with this drabble-thon and the letter F!
This place is a wasteland. It’s the type of environment that makes your brain shut down just to get you through the day.
There are worse places, of course. I have food. Shelter. Money. My physical needs are met thanks to this soul crushing machine that I call a job.
The desk reeks of disinfectant. The computer screen glares harshly back at me. My chair wobbles, keeping me off balance. The data I have to input into the system is utterly unremarkable. All the figures look the same.
There is a famine of ideas. Of inspiration. I desperately crave imagination.