Fugato

I sit, engrossed in flow, that exquisite state of mind where time and space cease to exist and the consciousness contains only my work, in sharp focus.

A knock on my shoulder. Guy from the department next door.

I disengross myself, switch to the media player, pause the music, take off my headphones, turn around, say hi with a question mark.

He says: “Oh, nothing, just, hi. How are you?”

I say: “Er, fine. And you?”

It turns out that he is fine as well. He absconds. I start working again, and eventually I’ll get into flow again. But I’m not in it now.

I feel like David Brent dropped by.

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