I could work from home quite easily, but the boss won’t allow it as he’s one of those who wonders how anyone could possibly be working if they’re not in the office. So I have no choice but to keep going to work, on public transport.
I could keep my son at home but the school won’t allow it.
We think we have free will but it’s just an illusion.
We’re all chained to the rhythm, puppets in a show, lambs to the slaughter, batteries of the matrix.
Bastards!