Downtown settled a typically dull governmental office.

It was small for a governmental

office; it wasn’t as spacious as how it ought to be. Walking into the decaying machine-like place

was perhaps a ticket to one’s death. The door had a few damaged thresholds, as if they were

there to assure that a person would stumble beforehand. There was a single fixed window in

the upper left side of the wall which was opposite the entrance. The air choked as it wafted

through the relatively small opening. Its darkened walls contributed to the lack of vitality in the

place; the walls were of a dark brownish shade. Desks lined both sides of the office, creaking

against the dilapidated worn-out wooden tiles each time an exhausted clerk would move about.

The smell of smoke mixed with the different perfumes of both the working men and women,

making it almost impossible to identify. Papers were causing commotions all over the place,

gliding and escaping everywhere. A flood of paper was the natural result of never getting rid of

a single paper or file. As people desperately waited for their names to be called out, impatient

finger tapping filled the void occasionally. The void which had been suppressed into the office

by the ceiling that was going to collapse at any given moment.