The clock ticked almost light year before he was able to pressed-pound the surface of the black-coloured keys again-when his thoughts glided with the letters and the letters created a visual, perceptible image of his thoughts.
The past weeks were a little hectic than usual. It was as if work equaled life and life meant work. The two words merged to the point that he rendered himself an automaton deliberately surrendering himself a slave to a Master.
