i think a lot about robots. or, more specifically, how little i resemble one.
my employer, henceforth referred to as 'the doctor', seems to disagree.
the doctor believes that the more like a robot i am the better i am as an employee.
there are many indications of his belief. perhaps the most maddening is the fact that he monitors my piss breaks [but not my enormous water and tea intake]. whatever i drink i should have to urinate no more than the setting he has placed me on.
being like a robot, when not on a dancefloor, is virtually impossible for people. all people. but perhaps especially for artists who are working at their art as often as their day jobs enable them to.
point in proof: do robots think about robots? [no.] [unless they are programmed to.]