🔥 HOT: Id/ach - Collection

They wonder why I have no j*b, but tell me — what is a j*b, if not selling your hours for someone else’s dream?

While they wake up to alarms, I wake up to the sun. While they rush through traffic, I wander through thought.

My labour is not bound by walls. It is to read, to create, to exist. And though my pockets may be empty, my time is full. So if freedom is unemployment, then let me be j*bless forever.