texting a mile a minute
no matter how I spin it
they were on a different trajectory
working in a factory
churning butter for hours for their family
milling and tilling till satisfactory—
work was done
it was no fun
but they didn’t know
how to relax by the light of a tv show
Then came the refrigerator
They told work, “See you later
We have food for a bit
I can finally sit.”
The microwave
Made room for us to crave
As the way was paved
For even more downtime.
Electricity is zappier
But are we really happier?
Fulfillment of work is waning
Once mindful tasks now seen as draining—
A waste of precious time.
Our precious downtime.
Too much said in too few words. Good one. Does comfort translate into happiness ? U asked a valid question
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