You hang your head. Or your job is in a place with no windows. Practically no pay. Or just no variety, a job where one day is the predictable echo of the last, a living-death job. Your nghts in the shadow of corporate rights are only a notch above animal rights and you are aware that animal rights are dismal.
Inflation is dogged.
Government deficits billow. Three hundred percent profit on your heart medicine. Machines answer the telephones wherever you call. Machines have all the jobs. Your babies are in day care, then school, then colleges, then gone.