Happiness Costs Twenty Four Thousand Indonesian Rupiah
I have fallen victim to the soul-crushing routine of an office worker. A “salaryman’s dream”, if you will. My brain has been in autopilot mode for the past I-don’t-know-how-long. The days blend, undiscernible from one another. A brutal, unending cycle that numbs the mind, drains the emotion, and sucks the creativity out of a human. As much as I tried to avoid it, I still ended up a byproduct of this capitalist society. At the expense of sounding like a tinfoil hat man preaching about 5G towers turning us all into obedient slaves for the elites, I will say that it is my belief that us humans were not meant to be sitting at an office desk for 8, 9, 10 hours a day. Every sunny day, sunray beaming through the office window, filling me with the urge to go outside and play. Every rainy day, with each raindrop hitting the glass, paints a perfect scenario in my head of a relaxing day at home, accompanied by a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. The ideal day for a shut-in such as I. But here...
