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Preston Dirges

Somewhere along the way, Preston Dirges forgot who he was. There was a time before the Kafkaesque nightmare of work, and there will be a time after. But between 9 to 5, he is its prisoner.

Preston Dirges and the Infinite Everythink

Preston Dirges and the Infinite Everythink

January 21, 2012 Leave a response Shortlink

Orwell was a pussy. Anybody could manage doublethink. A politician, a Nazi soldier, a customer services representative, a spouse. They all engage in doublethink as a matter of course. At some time approximately halfway through the twentieth century, doublethink became [...]

New Year’s Dissolution

January 9, 2011 Leave a response Shortlink

Twelvemonth had elapsed since the last arbitrary annual signifier of time’s passing. It was the first workday of the year. Preston was back at his desk. He stared at the opaque screen that separated his cubicle from his neighbour’s, whilst [...]

Desks and the Diseased Mind of Preston Dirges

September 27, 2010 Leave a response Shortlink

Preston Dirges sloped into the shapeless beige office building, basked in the piercing rays of the morning sun. His mood absorbed that light, chewed it and spat it out a denuded grey. Preston considered himself a master of changing the [...]