The Distant Garden

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The chair in my office was not a chair, or at least not in the way that furniture is supposed to be a chair. It was a block of molded plastic, beige and unyielding, designed by someone who believed that comfort was a moral failing and that the human spine was merely a structural inconvenience to be corrected rather than a vessel for feeling. I sat in it for eight hours a day, five days a week,...

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