All over America, in fact, people were up and out of their beds today in a continuing effort to polish turds. Sure, for the sake of survival, but more immediately, for the sake of some sadistic manager or shit-brained client whose small imagination and numbingly dumb ideas were bleaching the world of all relevancy and hope. And meanwhile, that mad-bearded fellow there with his crossed legs could hardly life his grease-caked hands to make it a little easier for someone to flip him a quarter.
-Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End, 237
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment