02mania

The pale screen of a Fujitsu Lifebook casts a deathly blue glow on the haggard face of a figure hunched over, caught in the throes 02mania. Shadows lurk under the table, bed and chairs, as if the only force restraining them is the weak light of the laptop’s screen. The crooked figure’s dexterous fingers madly dance over the Lifebook’s keyboard in a blur.

Strains of music emanate from a pair of X-minis as an electric fan rattles in the background, somewhat softening the edge of the stifling heat. The continuous staccato of a keyboard only serves to stagnate the stale, suffocating air. Outside the window, loud, repetitive croaks merely serve to worsen the feeling of lifelessness and stasis.

After an eternity, the figure sighs and shuts the lid of his machine, extinguishing the sole light in the room.