Work

Jotted these notes down today, and then thought – dammee if this ain’t getting almost poetic – so I thought I’d post it.

Now, partly behind it is something I read years ago, I’m sure from David Hume, on the beginnings of consumerism taking our minds off our mortality in a scientific age.  And I’m damned if I can find the quote and source I’m after.

This great vacuum, work

How senseless it is

Especially as work has become increasingly abstract

But this great rushing

There’s one thing it’s doing

Stopping us from thinking about what we’re doing

What we should be doing

Why we’re doing it

Why do things exist

Why do we exist

We have no answers now

And into this vacuum pours work

Growth

Rush

Labour

Consumption

Exhaustion