the paperless office
The walls were paper; printed forms sculpted into shape, lined up with micrometer precision, arranged so that the tidy columns of print formed a charming yet decorous background pattern. The filing cabinets were built out of the files themselves, and filled with yet more files. The basket in the corner was spun out of a single length of lined paper, and had managed to acquire lacy edges somewhere along the way. Sheaves of receipts and memos formed the floor-brushing curtains. Post-its fringed the lampshade.
The desk, however, was totally clear.
"Can I have my book now?" Yomiko Readman asked proudly.
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