Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get what’s considered to be a ‘real job.’ The thought of a job seems like an abstract concept, and the more I think about it, the more I feel like an abstract concept myself – a non-being devoid of purpose, eternally chasing transcendence via a zero hours contract at Boots.
About the author
Chris is an artist, writer and occasional jam maker. He is co-writing a philosophy cookbook as part of a preserve concocting double team known as Jammatology.…
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