In the lounge room, hanging, was an air of bitterness and exhaustion. Long hours and unsatisfied desires pressed heavily against the workers’ hearts. A pool table with scattered billiard balls was a dusty corpse in the center of the room. Phones—only phones hummed. There were no voices.
But, it seemed, the electronic buzz was enough to pull the sleepers out of their shells. A joke, then a gesture towards the bright black monolith on the table. A faint smile. This was enough, to get them through the day. This was enough.
Excellent interpretation