Longing

It is, without doubt, one of the strangest things to realize how pointless your job is. 9 times out of 10, it seems all I do is tell people what they’re not allowed to be doing.

Otherwise, I read. And sit. And, oh. Apparently I also make posters for people’s horrible art shows. In Times New Roman.

Good luck with that, guy.

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