After Work

Absorption is the key to surviving winter.

This cappuccino in my hand? It means nothing.
"I feel nothing
I crave nothing,"
says a soulless, sexless alloy,
bare for all the memes to see.

Pure pursuit of dust-ridden knowledge
and crayon-ridden creativity.
Lethargic curiosity drips off the corners of the bus shelter.

Once home, I'll be absorbed by the couch.
Existence hijacked.