Bourgeoisie Mentality

The stranger was lost in the forest... then suddenly heard the faint clanking of a metal spade striking stones in soil carried on the wind... he followed, until he came out into a clearing... the grunts of a laborer were escaping out of the mouth of an open pit under the noonday sun... he walked to the edge, looking down... I was naked covered in sweat and dirt digging for my wages...
"Hey."
Startled, I looked up over my shoulder with a start, "Well, hello there."
"What are you doing?"
"Digging. Digging dirt. Dirt digging."
"Why?"
For wages... advancement... a better life and such."
"Okay... well, goodbye."
"A pleasure to make your aquaintance!" I turned back to my work... one of the walls was beginning to collapse in on me... progress... I'll break into the middle class in no time... my own house... a wife that doesn't work... raise my children right... to the local house of worship twice a week... community... accomplishment... make something of myself... leave my mark.

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