Electronic music. It helps me get through the night in this gadget shop stock cupboard. The noise from the alarm clocks, the telephones I press the buttons on next to the little transparent orb that’s purple streams of light react to my finger impressions. By the apple macs theme song tweeting to life in harmony with iPads and the iPhones and the I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! My boss locked me in this stupid stock cupboard, he said he’s gonna make me eat a toaster. I can’t move my arms because of this great big plasma TV on top of me.