# watching ir sit at that desk every day wasting ir life doing what amounts to robotic monkey admin work basically updating database entries ad nauseam makes me existentially depressed to an extreme degree how i wish we were both free from the cosmically pointless grind that is work a universe this big this rich and alive with wonder yet meanwhile on poor old backwater planet earth we are reduced to sitting at a desk everyday until we die inside of terminal boredom staring at bright rectangles from dawn till dusk clicking on little icons and parts of infinite table grids in order to input numbers just so some inherently stupid-evil near-future dystopian post-cyberpunk hypercorporation can snatch away all the profits made from our labor it's madness and absurdity wit large i have to rescue us from such a dreadful wheel of non-existence but can only do this collectively with the help and support of other artists find my tribe and together drag ourselves out and far away from the pathetic little world of work work work before i die i want to see ir riding horses again through the wild woods not crumble away into old age and senility with a bent back and an account emptied by rich white lizards // republic of bob