Sleepytown Sunrise

2024.10.03

Good morning that wonderful place.

Here we go again, again, at it again.

Repetition is the mother of a large family of children.

Birth control Mother, birth control is a thing, too.

How is it with you this morning?

Sun's coming up over Sleepytown.

Nicer way than saying the alarm clock is about to go off you unmotivated piece of crap, wake up early hit the snooze whatever you choose.

Start the day with a choice, at least.

Welcome to Pleasantville, USA.

How's your day?

In the way of the day you want?

That's been standard operating procedure for too long.

It's changing, though.

We talk to each other more.
See we have the same things in common.
Realize the old nine to five was a lie.
Just a way to corral us, keep us in line, because there was no better way to communicate other than predictability.

Enter the cellphone...

Working the hours the job takes to accomplish and not for the hours on a clock, is a hard thing for previous generations to grasp the reality of, let alone see the good idea it is.

The weekend is a lost cause, a bad idea, used to give some commonality to our experience.

We don't need it anymore we evolved.
Grew up.
Smartened up.
Grew wiser.

Found out we're worth more because we talk to each other, at least read each other on phone screens, screens everywhere.

Individual as the one placing the pixels.

There's no need for the old day to day time clocks.

We do the job.

We pay each other for the work.
Not the time it takes to do the work.

That simple.

Our phones are more than enough means of accountability.

Sunrise is another kind of alarm clock.

Don't try to slap The Sun to snooze. There's no button and it's... well... it's The Sun... it burns.

Unlike common sense.

Take care and have a better day.