Sometimes I wonder about those people sitting in cubicles, highly educated young people, small town test-takers, graduating in their 20s, trapped in a birdcage that looks glamorous on the surface, day after day, from dawn to dusk, year after year, working from 20s to 50 or 60, the youngest and most energetic time, trapped in one place, what is the meaning of work, maybe just to make you tired of dealing with life, flawless thinking