‘So, what do you do?’ – a question that tends to fill me with fear whenever it is asked, mostly due to my inability to produce a worthy answer, followed by a panicked inner inquisition that questions whether I do in fact do anything at all. Unless what one does has some sort of job title, it doesn’t seem valid – so when asked the dreaded question, I’ve started responding with the following job roles. I am now a completely valid person.
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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