>>77533845>wake up. its another day in a decent marriage>your wife is nice to you, you two cook breakfast together and you go to work>today is monday. the workload is neither backbreaking not meaningful>talk to your coworker. talk about the game>the better team won. you then had sex with your wife like every sunday>boss gives you a pat in the back as you leave.>you get halfway through the train station and stop>its been five years of this.>This disgusting normalcy. this horrendously boring existence where all you do is make money to sometimes allow yourself to go on a painfully average vacation>you work every single day of your miserable life to go home to a wife you have nothing to talk about to>even sex, a primal pleasure, follows a rigid timetable. You are not sure its even for pleasure anymore...are you two looking for a kid?>and even if you had a kid...what next? more kids? more vacations? More meals where the flavor is completely muted?>get inside a bar. order a drink>Look around and there's a woman counting change on her wallet, triying to scrunch together enough money for a cheep bear>Fuck it. Drinks are on you. Drink with me woman>She's called Raden. Her passion is art and blowing money in stupid stuff. Having the time of your life >You never knew you could have so much fun drinking and betting over cards>Watching a shitty movie is somehow so much fun.>and before you know it, the walls of the motel room echo with depraved sex>Sex so animalistic and primal that it cant be described in words.>positions you never thought off. Like its a game to test flexibility and libido>and yet when you two finish it doesnt have that implict sense of disgust for the naked body. AKA where the crushing life of a mindless drone meets the indomitable spirit of holy fuck i love this artist that lives a questionable life
The ending better be you two in a cheap house with periods where jobs dont come, and yet you two are the happiest couple in existance 