In the lounge room, hanging, was an air of bitterness and exhaustion. Long hours and unsatisfied desires pressed heavily against his coworkers’ hearts. A pool table with scattered billiard balls collected dust in the center of the room. Phones—only phones hummed. He couldn’t make out the specific sounds, but their muted noises were enough, it seemed, to pull the sleepers out of their shells. One told a joke, pointing at the bright black rectangle, and another faintly smiled. This was enough, he knew. To get them through the day, this was enough.
Excellent interpretation