Some part of my mind far away in the back is screaming at me that we’re all going to die, why are we not spending this time trying to touch each others souls?
yas
I felt hyper aware of the staff workers that night, working mostly in the shadows, like they were the mud from which I had crawled.
I tend to take negative pleasure when receiving any type of service from a service worker for this reason. I inhabit their discontent - my discontent - that I had in similar jobs in the past.