The week starts. The morning starts. I wake up, get dressed, make my way out the door to the place that allows me to live. The place that allows me to manifest this lifestyle. The place that takes away the very energy I need to live, while giving me the means to live. Putting me in the company of, what undoubtedly seems to be, the very future ahead of me. Breakfast time comes and goes. Lunchtime comes and goes. It approaches the rush hour. My labor is no longer required. I am released from the slavery born of my own volition.
Live a day in my life.