the crowd cheered for ai monorail solarpunk slop from the libbed out high school motivational speaker and that’s pretty much all you need to know about my workplace culture
not sure what to make of this me, the one who creates distance when prompted, but not when approached. the one who lacks a shell or quills, but proudly displays a spine
as much as one can complain about indeterminately perpetual monotony, there’s something a lot more nauseating about the repetitive cadence of a semester or school year