(Genre: A very short one part play/stream of consciousness.. (I didn’t feel like revising this a lot, I’m kinda manic yet it’ll pass as usual. Yep, and thanks as always for the continual support!))
Coworker #1: I work three jobs.
Coworker #2: How many hours a week altogether..?
Coworker #3: Oh shut up you narcissistic idealist..
Supervisor: Dudes.. chill..
Meanwhile, a jam increases on the conveyor belts, while distribution trucks line up from various entrences..
Pressure builds, psychologically, emotionally, cognitively, externally, until eventually, fear and paranoia over nothing, prevent the forces of unconditional compassion from saving everyone helplessly involved.., and as the narrator, yes, I am scared of the state of the world.. yet I’ll just keep breathing, noticing, and reminding myself (such as right now), because I still feel that I just can’t help others if I don’t help myself, so I’ll continue, to just, show up, and follow instructions that my morals allow me to follow.
Zach Dana Writing 