Status Updates From De verworpenen der aarde

Grabbed a book small enough to fit in my pocket for the train

I’ve been thinking a lot about my professional predicament and general alienation

Felt good to read this:

“My race: that of the fallen. My religion... but it's not you that will show it to me with your disarmament....
‘tis I myself, with my rebellion and my poor fists clenched and my woolly head....”