The day was neatly compartmentalized into meetings, coffee breaks, pointless conversations, email and moving objects around his desk to give the appearance of productivity. When at work, he was simply a hapless zombie lost in the architecture, but at the end of each day as he walked to his car, he could feel his true self returning. Driving home, he saw his workplace became smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror. He noticed the writing… Objects may be closer than they appear. No, he thought, they’re a million miles away.