And how I love an office building in the evening! I can pee in the bathroom anonymously. I can clean dirty mugs, construct rubber band booby traps, paper clip trapezoids. A motion sensor controls the overhead lights, so when my colleagues have gone home for the night, I retreat to the dim, postfluorescent glow of my temporary corner office. There is nothing lonelier than lights extinguishing themselves at the end of a long day, no one left to do them the simple kindness of snuffing out.
