Office Space

A couple of weeks ago the company I work for moved to another building and now we share the floor with other companies. I am part of the creative/graphics department and before we moved here, me and the other three people in my department shared a nice common space. We could see each other's faces and share a joke every now and then.
But all that changed in the new building and now I have "my own" cubicle. The joy of having one's own private office space is comparable to a dog pissing on a tree to mark his territory: grrr, this is mine and there's nothing you can do about it! Do we really need more walls in this already dismembered world of ours?
We already have enough barriers: race, social class, language and money, to name a few. The so called social animal that we are supposed to be is fading out to make room for what I like to call the ant-man, a marching robot of productivity. Only those who have had the pleasure of being free range workers can taste the bitter flavor of imprisonment. The cube, like the backyard fence, is nothing more than a small version of the Berlin Wall.
But when you look at the present world, the "make-money-or-die" capitalism war that we are all being sucked into, the cube claims a whole new meaining. The apparently harmless cube is the difference between caged and free range chicken. Or is it caged and free range workers? It's all the same.