# i enjoy making french press coffee the ground italian stuff they sell in the local co-op isn't half bad i walked into my partner's mini office this morning with a fresh mug o' hot black oilslick they was listening to a presentation on ir company's lousy 1080p laptop screen i only caught a glimpse of it but experienced such a strong pang of terminal boredom i was forced to retreat to a safe existential distance back inside my skull force myself to imagine anything remotely more interesting and vital before i died from total soul death implosion the presentation was something to do with managing receipts and payment procedures my beloved works in the tiresome backwater world of publishing and is one of a billion exploited females forced to do endless lousy underpaid paper pushing bs job lozenges nothing would please both of us if they had the opportunity to live life far away from screens screens screens indeed life in front of light exuding rectangles isn't living at all but merely a drastic undeadness i know for a fact they'd rather be tending and riding horses composing piano music and making jewellery - maybe all at once who knows currently they works from around 8:30 to 10:30 at night and regularly skips lunch - all so the white male underworld of dead academia can skip publishing's endless small bureaucartic mundanities and get on with being real important it's long been my life goal to help ir out of this awful soul destroying situation but how is the question; after several years trying unsuccessfully to get any attention whatsoever to 'my' often bad art i think the answer is to bypass the notion of 'making money' entirely and instead focus on finding and building *community* the hoary cliche that it's not what you know but who is interesting - yet 'community' i want to emphasize means 'going in every possible opposing direction to that of money' that is people first and foremost - 'love over gold' as dire straits put it all hail imaginary lifestyle 'republic of bob' // republic of bob