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.