at the office on a friday night

i spend roughly around 3% of my time riding elevators now. it’s getting to be a familiar scene — the elevator doors, the security guard, and the waiting chairs beside him. i glance at the office door and realized that i belonged to the other side of it now. i remember the time when my place was at the lobby — getting a visitor’s pass, rehearsing interview answers in my mind, staring at my rarely-worn formal shoes.

for a moment, it felt surreal.

sometimes, i just feel old.

often, i just feel too contemplative.

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