Make a census of the shittiest fucking work on Earth and start automating from there. In 10 years the shittiest job will be feeling ennui smoking a long cigarette under a crescent moon on a little Perisian rooftop
Make a census of the shittiest fucking work on Earth and start automating from there. In 10 years the shittiest job will be feeling ennui smoking a long cigarette under a crescent moon on a little Perisian rooftop
There’s a folk-punk song called Jesus Does The Dishes that goes:
"You’re asking me, who does the dishes after the revolution?
Well, I do my own dishes now, I’ll do my own dishes then.
It’s always the ones who don’t who ask that fucking question."