More than a dozen prickling words attack my body little by little. Some assault my face, my nose, my lips, my eyes. Several of 'em cut through my head. A few gash my arms and a couple stab my chest. I could feel the piercing pain on my palms, still suffer the sting on my feet. Bit by bit those tiny bullets you shoot at me rip me to pieces.
Does wearing suits and blazers really make us a civilized people? Do our systems and institutions really make us a more organized and advanced society? Is this so much better than when things were a lot simpler and we were unencumbered by so many complexities in life?
What I don’t understand is why we have to put up with a job we don’t like doing during the productive hours of our day for five or six times a week just so we can scrape a bare minimum salary that doesn’t even come close to compensating the exploitation and degradation we experience in the boxed-up “careers” we have.
Don’t ask me, I’m still doing it.