phlegmgumgymnasium by sonja berlin-jones

This one is so-so. The usual good routine - taking something simple and doing it again and again and sometimes the weather changes or the phone rings and things have to adjust a tiny bit. But mainly it's the same old routine, it's like alcoholism or a career. It's like how the happiest animals are the ones who're unstressed by any change - because change is a killer. The salesmen lie. You lose time in changeless repetition. You go into a trance. It's a brilliant thing. It's the opposite of the hospital horror - trapped in a ward with someone else's loud TV on all the time.

nothing is distorted, nothing is wrong