Maybe it’s not so much to do, but we are coerced to sell the vast majority of our waking hours (at a steep discount) to prove we deserve basic necessities.
And at the end of the day, we are just trying to get back the physical/mental energy we gave away to the worst of us all. Nothing left for us to give to ourselves. If not less and less until the foundations crack and the house collapses. Homeless… again.
I’m a bit drunk and at first I thought the panels have different country flags on the walls. The first one is Kiribati, the second one Kazakhstan and I was confused about the third one before I realized that’s it’s a window.
Fourth one is totally wizard, though.