I'm getting sick of looking at that fish and seeing that 2 on the comments so consider this an electric prod in the complacent side of that slushy drink you're sipping while you try to avoid pseudo-life and have real experiences and feel the life-affirming sun beat down on your thinning scalp instead of bunkering down in front of the dumb dumb machines, letting others do things firsthand so you can take the cheap thrillride to vicarious city, getting carpal tunnel from keyboards and beer bottles, numb to direct experience and forgetting how it's done, how it is supposed to feel, determined by habit and routine, bound by duty, sworn to discipline but with time running out, always out, patting the backs of the listcheckers while the nolistmakers have all the fun, spouting the lines about responsibility but using them as justifications for inaction, living in bad faith and pretending freedom does not exist, playing the role of the good citizen against every instinct screaming for mercy in that rotting, decaying body filling with slowly expanding toxins radiating carcinogenic cells just dying to sprout and put a focus on things for those who can't do it for themselves.