PRISM

what must suck is to be the contract analyst that has to sift through the banality of people’s lives
it’s probably a pretty shitty job
how depressing it must be to go to work and readthrough
200 million breakfast pictures
and a billion #YOLO tags
you’re a professional googler of life’s detritus
and you’re probably getting harped on by some sociopath middle manager
who also happens to work for Homeland Security
beetredfaced angry ex-marine who is singularly terrible at interpersonal relationships
who is convinced of the righteousness of his/your task
and every day you come sit down in your cubicle at some anonymous storefront
in the middle of an blank brutalist strip mall outside of Alexandria, Virginia
-> boot up your Windows™® 7® PC that is only connected to the banal Internet of everyone else
and as you’re “FIGHTING THE WAR ON TERROR” by looking at someone’s else’s collapsing relationship
you’re thinking:
how great that Arby’s sandwich is going to be for lunch and
hey did the kids remember to make their beds this morning before they went to school and
I hope the episode of Two and A Half Men tonight is a good one and
I wish that my wife and i could still talk about the things that make us happy