Sep 30, 2019
dvorak's symphony no. 9 in e minor, 1st mvmt, is like if you were dreaming one night of a world where jobs weren't shitty and you got time to be outside and do the things you love, but then you woke up to remember that you're a industrial era factory worker, and had to take the train commute into the giant, sprawling, and smoky city that you hate to work the dangerous factory job that you hate, and while you're there, you keep thinking back to your dream and talking to the people you work with about it, so that by the end of your day, you've started a violent revolution that ends in the total destruction of your factory and the city being set on fire and you walking away to go back to sleep in your bed.
