Offices have become stacks of boxes for people who get paid to think out of them. They’re factories for making to-do lists, writing e-mails, staying connected and uploading quarterly reports. The offices are nodes on a network.
The offices give no indication of what goods or (more likely) services emerge from these cubicles. Often we see people sitting at their desks in front of computers, staring into space, moving around the desks, or endlessly standing around doing nothing. We imagine what is going on and construct little stories.
Why are the lights on when there is nobody there? Why are some lights on but not others? Are those office workers working late Friday night lonely? Do they have family? Why are they working on Sunday morning? We speculate.