The Taste of Ink

Texture: K Butter, Java chip, foam checkers + water gel topper Scent: Ink, Paper musk, canvas

The air is thin and metallic, smelling of fresh printer ink and stacks of unprinted papers. A rhythmic click clack of typing echoes from an unseen desk that's always just one row ahead of you. In the distance a telephone rings. But every office you check is empty. The fluorescent lights hum with an electric hunger, illuminating a maze of cubicles that stretch toward a horizon that doesn't exist.