We are a group of friends, but we operate like an office. There’s a boss, perhaps more than one, although everyone has their role. Instead of tasks, we play games together, we gather in person, drink , and share laughter.
As we circle around these transient indulgences, one must contemplate—are we not but ephemeral conduits of time, momentarily clutching at these fleeting instances, which may or may not embody significance, or is it that we, in our very essence, constitute the significance itself, spiraling in perpetuity?
Rules
Do not state an opinion within earshot of Marques.
Remain un-muted on VOIP at all times, especially whilst masticating.
Do not wait for others to finish speaking, your comms are more important.
