A lonely day at office. I was staring mindlessly out the window at rich people. Our office is situated at one of those centers where the nosiest of life exist in this blessed city of Seanche. And why would it not be? We are a news organization, we have to see people, make a point out of their dumbness – but its reverse nowadays, we have to actually do the reverse of what we did in the old days. So a banana may have been long in the previous days, it still is, but we have to see it as short and round. Why? Well, where is the fun in doing the same thing in the same way again and again. And calling our banana round, we achieve a kind of self-sufficiency and notoriety in the world.

“Neander 218, why are you looking outside the window?” my editor shook me. “Aren’t you happy looking at your typewriter?”

“Very happy, Dear Sir Editor,” said I, “just trying to gather some happy material.”

“Material? Outside!” he shouted. “Are you okay? Do you need a psychiatrist?”

I did not know whether to nod or shake my head. Therefore, I kept it still.

“Happiness is here looking at the typewriter. Imagining happiness. Didn’t you know what Albert said?”

“Do I need to complete that piece about children demonstrating beautiful and plentiful starvation by today, Dear Sir Editor?” I asked him hesitantly. “In reality, today I am swelling by happiness; not able to move my fingers.”

“Yes, yes, very urgent, very important, Neander 218. A piece about demonstrating such valor should be written with happiness filled pain. How can you not?” he shook my shoulders in exuberance.

“A…”

“Nothing, don’t you laugh your heart out, here take this blue pen and splash those inks on starvation. It’s necessary,” he gave the pen and went to the other gray, smiley-filled desk.

Now, the ink I did splash, but the greying Sun filled a sense of nostalgia for me. This blissful city should have its Sun the whole time. Who are others to have it half the time? Now in times like these, where everything is plentiful, I picked the plentiful papers from all over the office with my cigarette lighter. What a cheerful noise filled roar I created! Even Dear Sir Editor gave thumbs up! Now the warm light blocked the entrance. So I chose the window to deliver my piece.

And this one! This one is the fruit of my previous piece, a promotion to a new – and of course by the seaside – office.