A photograph from the working world

Another photo from the pub. It doesn't matter which, they're all chains with generic menus. I can feel the warm stuffy atmosphere from the photo. I can walk around the photo up to the bar and see the one or two average real ales on tap. It's bright and well lit from everywhere. Back at the table I can feel my head starting to sink, tired always. There's nothing to talk about so the conversation always gets back to work. There's nothing.

Never ever go back.