Maybe it’s not so much to do, but we are coerced to sell the vast majority of our waking hours (at a steep discount) to prove we deserve basic necessities.
And at the end of the day, we are just trying to get back the physical/mental energy we gave away to the worst of us all. Nothing left for us to give to ourselves. If not less and less until the foundations crack and the house collapses. Homeless… again.
I’m a bit drunk and at first I thought the panels have different country flags on the walls. The first one is Kiribati, the second one Kazakhstan and I was confused about the third one before I realized that’s it’s a window.
thats’s an… interesting sun that rises and sets on the same horizon
He spun that house around 180 degrees, I’d be eepy too.
Bjenny Montero rocks.
While reaching a somewhat low (but not terrible) place in my life, I finally did this this year. Bed. All day. It was okay.
