I’m writing from work right now and thinking about how the florescent lights create a certain hum, how a voice of a man in a meeting drifts over to me from a cross the top of the cubicle walls. In general, I think a lot about how work is wrong. Now, I know not having work is also wrong so there is a bit of a contradiction there, but living in a system where having a job or not defines one’s quality of life doesn’t seem quite right. When that happens, most people spend a great deal of time doing work that is not important to them, is bad for the planet, and takes away from more important activities, such as spending time with family, and, for example, growing the food needed to stay well and healthy. Anyway, that’s it for my rant. Hopefully, I will be more optimistic on other days.