The silent buzz of air ducts is clouded in eternal monotony,
not audible over hushed whispers
and pen marks scraping and clicking the silk surface of paper.
The creaking of chairs creates an unsettling ambience,
with uncertain breathing taking control of the room at random intervals.
Inside the room there is silence, but in reality, a thousand pens and souls jot at once,
only offput by the sudden vibration of a phone.