Working 9 to 5 is like drugging myself every morning. On the way to work I took a photo and decided to practise making shit and here we are with this.
Not particularly great or inspired, but you got to start somewhere I guess.
Life is too short to be sitting amongst a parade of soul-crushing meetings or explaining every articulated action to a stranger in the pursuit of money. I need to get back on the horse and do shit I want to do.