I don't think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or make films about it, they don't get it right. It's never 9 to 5, there's no free lunch break at those places, in fact, at many of them in order to keep your job you don't take lunch. And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don't want but fear the alternative worse.
People simply empty out.
They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. As a young man I could not believe that people could give their lives over to those conditions.