The Winds of Generational Change

I used to spend my afternoons discussing the intricacies of literary criticism with a dozen students and a tenured professor. It had seemed impolite to broach the subject of money. We believed the act of reading and writing to be its own legitimate form of labor. And we had referred to it as such. Now my job was im putting data for a mail order catalogue. It was easy, untaxing and mindless. I could smell the faint scent of gardening coming from below. This was my job after the amazon fulfilment center, where there had been benefits and room for growth. The fact that the mail order catalogue was a dying business, if not already dead,