I too was thinking of how we’ve also lost our way and seem to be completely in the dark and unable to even realize what’s wrong and how to solve the problems. We are just continuing to build the mound because that’s supposed to be our job.
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I too was thinking of how we’ve also lost our way and seem to be completely in the dark and unable to even realize what’s wrong and how to solve the problems. We are just continuing to build the mound because that’s supposed to be our job.
Like a cargo cult.
It’s definitely a metaphor for something, but I don’t know what.
Human looks around office. Single access-controlled door. Windows obscured by blinds. Suspended ceiling with lighting panels. Short sightlines due to desk partitions.
Shudders and turns back to the screens and the work. Can't leave yet.