Waking Up Is Breaking Up…With Illusion

The hardest part about working isn’t having to be somewhere at a certain time, or even having to do something you possess no real interest in (there’s no money in that which is pleasurable, a.k.a. art, after all). But rather it’s waking up from a dream that suggests you live in a world where you’re dining, Beast-style, in your remote, on the hill mansion, far-removed from such “realities” as the cubicle.

But when your increasingly obsolete iPhone sounds the alarm circa 6 a.m. (you’ve told yourself this is the morning you’re going to wake up early, give yourself enough time to enjoy the Eggo that Millie Bobby Brown incited you to buy), all you can think about is how your dreams have been ripped away from you, now surrendered to the cube.