The Way We Live


Tristam Dequatremare posted this prediction for our lives.

I’m definitely in the abyss of work.

I dream of death for a release from its grasp.

On my death bed I can tell my boss to take this job and shove it.

ps all you vision-challenged neo-seniors click on the image so you can read it and then weep.

Life so fleeting, the end so ruthless. It comes before we know its too late.

I actually can’t stopping working until I’m 75.

My son will be 20 then.

Only 19 years to go.

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