Hating late-stage capitalism

I have spend the last for years working 60 hours a week. The jobs, one day off every seven days (if I’m lucky). This breeds, to put it lightly, resentment.

“Work, you asshole.”

Work until you’re 70 and can’t work anymore. Until you body simply can’t do it anymore. Any chance to enjoy the years or months you’ve got left? Gone. I mean, gone.

This series is growing. I hope you get to see it some time.