A Day Off
Let’s use some of those coins we’ve been saving for later to buy ourselves a day off. Everyone needs a break for some fiddle-farting and lounging away from work. When was it resting became an activity, wherein there’s money to be made and things we must do? The truth is subtle. We become what we believe, and are soon carried away by the momentum of our desires, like the unholy fear of death which only serves to elevate our hectic pursuit of survival. Democracy is crumbling, financial markets are surging, our work is too demanding, and our phones are forever beeping while our relationships are decaying. It seems to me like the perfect time to take a day, or maybe two or three, off.
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