Oh, the vending machine is the philosopher of our time. This fridge with candy bars is like a former monk who has achieved enlightenment: it doesn’t eat, it doesn’t sleep, it doesn’t suffer from an existential crisis. Its “face” is always impassive. It just stands there, dumb as a board, but its income is growing, unlike your prospects.

Just think: this box makes money from the fact that someone at 3 am decides that their life will be better if they eat a bag of chips. And you know what? It’s right. It doesn’t worry about the fact that its life is meaningless - it is the meaning.

And you? You wait for Friday as if it will bring you salvation, but instead spend it tiredly staring at the ceiling, while your cat looks at you with a silent question: 'Is this all you can do?'

The vending machine is your unattainable ideal. It doesn't work, it just stupidly *EXISTS* - like a monument to your worthlessness, with a lightbulb burning inside and food falling out from time to time.

#Dream#Kam #True