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208 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 2010
‘I want to work, and I’m lucky enough to be able to. Of course I’m grateful for that. How could I not be? Except, well, I don’t want to work. I really don’t. Life has nothing to do with work and work has no real bearing on life. I used to think they were connected, but now I can see there’s just no way.’
The more my thoughts wander the harder it gets—everything feels so disconnected. Me and my work, me and the factory, me and society. There's always something in the way, something thin as paper. It's like we're touching, but we're not. What am I doing here?
i realized it as soon as i opened my eyes. i thought i'd been reading, reading something indecipherable, but i was actually sleeping. as soon as i started feeling tired, i was asleep. dreaming. i could see shadowy black shapes, even now. i looked around, but i was positive no one saw me. the partitions made sure of that. as long as someone wasn't looking into my area from directly behind me, there was no way anyone could have seen me. but even if no one had, the whole thing set me on edge. i'd always thought sleeping on the job was a sign of laziness.