(Three chapters story written on a Toshiba Satellite Laptop with Shiva sticker because sarvam khalv idam brahma)
Chapter One
Damn.
Don't ever trust a song.
Chapter Two
Today i felt like i really belong to Brussels.
The bureaucratic capital of Europe is also a fascinating multicultural city in a middle of a tiny country struggling with different identities (and langages). People here are called 'zineke' (or dog bastard) because no one can pretend being a true born brusseleir.
Looks like it's a place where you only end. Maybe this city is where the world ends.
Welcome to the home of free thinkers of all kinds, jokers and trashed out artists !
Am i contaminated or did i join this grand circus because i felt, unconsciously, attracted to the
absolute dadaist/surrealist/whateverist atmosphere ?
Here, nothing really matters.
So, after the sad constatation that being serious (and good) at work was getting me nowhere, i choose to explode/explore the limits of my boring (if not stupid) work : stuck in front of a computer all day, repetitive tasks, brainless activities.
I began with changing names on public lists. I turned people into objects or animals with slight letters swaps.
Now i draw on Ms paint. Complex and erotic scenes i copy/paste in public folders.
If they are not checked now, they will be, one day.
First player (still incognito) of a game that gets more and more sophisticated, I spread unexpected sabotage on such a low level that it can't really be taken seriously, and then, punished.
But at the end, it's not the gravity of the acts that will destroy this company but their numbers.
Ninjarnachist, I delicately take the office candies out of their wrappings to replace them
with small balls of adhesive tape. I change the official wallpaper on every computer i work on,
with a five minutes work on MSpaint and some letters modifications, to produce a disgusting fecal joke in place of the company logo. It's right in front of everyone. So perfectly executed you can't see it unless you pay attention.
No one pays attention anymore. But the mind still does. Subliminal, my friend.
One employee can hardly make a company fall. But coworkers are like children. They see funny things and
want to do the same. And they do. Not in a very subtle way for the moment, but Rome has not burned in one night.
Nota Bene / Not all coworkers are the same. I have one evilish competitor. Fearless. Ignominious. This is going to be great.
Chapter Three
Beside those acts of rebellion, i also MSpaint great things at work. Lost pirates, totemic people, portraits.
The few people that saw them till now are quite amazed ^_^
I put a lot of efforts into those pieces, just like the ones i used to do on high school tables,
but i can't take them back home. Can't send them, can't tranfer them.
Engraved upon silicone. Ephemeral art of electricity. That's ok, we all die.
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