one out of five people are out of work. there were always money problems. politicians traded hope for money. even bullshit jobs were lost. money created more problems than it solved but you still gotta live and here we are—lost. my deepest dog work, tantamount to love—mister, it's strange to think, provided both love and money—rare work indeed. when the money stops is there love enough to go around? mister stopped and i went on. anyhow unless they go together you can't make love from money and you can't live without. labor day is strange. work could unite and money may divide.

simone weil: "anyone whose attention and love are really directed towards the reality outside the world recognizes at the same time that he is bound, both in public and private life, by the single and permanent obligation to remedy, according to his responsibilities and to the extent of his power, all the privations of soul and body which are liable to destroy or damage the earthly life of any human being whatsoever.”