Every night I wake up under the same crooked tree.

Then, each day following, I work as an Account Executive, which, like most jobs, is equivalent to a corporate serf.

Each day, wasting the brilliance of nature in favor of a PowerPoint presentation and an afternoon of dry meetings.

All to come to my 5 hours of freedom, where I can live a sliver of my life for myself.

Then, after a few hours of tossing and turning, I fall asleep with just a little less hope than I did before, knowing I’ll have to more or less re-live the exact same day all over.

And every night, I wake up under the same crooked tree.