The Underground Woman

After some precursory Googling something-ing revealed my “Cubicle fatigue” title wasn’t the snowflake I hoped I’d coined, I decided to turn elsewhere for my titular inspiration.  And if I’m going to get derivative, I may as well turn to the Original , the Bard of Bitter Drones himself, Fyodor Dostoevsky.  I don’t think he’d be surprised to learn how relevant Notes from the Underground has stayed or how ubiquitous its sentiment has become in the twenty-first century. We’re destined to keep matching then raising it, too, especially if there are any foreboding truths to be found in science fiction. I type. . . keep going