No idea how long I’ve been going, it seems like forever already. And there’s no end in sight. All I can see looking down is darkness. I don’t want to turn around, I bet all I’ll see in that direction is darkness, too. Endless black, matching my mood.
Why am I here again?
Getting paid. I suppose we like money.
Oh yes, I like money. Keep thinking of payday. Keep going.
Do we like money that much, though?
I wonder if I’ll ever reach the bright future they promised me.