A Story About Rituals

Defending my own brain against enshittification His days are punctuated by cups of coffee and tea at strict intervals, cigarettes, ironed sweater vests, empty time for deep thinking, placing a bench outside his office for passersby each day, and most notably, when he arrives at his office at 10 am alone, he opens all the windows in the building and says good morning to the ghosts who live there.…