who up despairing about their employability in an industry they find abhorrently revolting

despite an early all-consuming passion for the machines and their fascinating puzzle-like abstractions

and contained within them the potential for good and connection and community-building

and a compulsion to increase your symbiosis with them

there are so many of us

we are not the industry

i bet we rival whole cities in population

there has got to be a way to concentrate our collective will