Several People Are Typing

by Calvin Kasulke

what is a workplace but a cult where everyone gets paid, really?

if we can’t seek the physical sublime what are we supposed to look at where’s that constant amazement that we can check in on every so often whenever we can stand it

we love to say the digital is fleeting like a sunset but these scraps of ourselves we fling into the ether will outlive most of us, like the sun

you know how sometimes being alive feels like this terrible cycle of eating and shitting and eating again and shitting again until you die? this is kind of a nice break from that