I would identify as a chair

I regularly contemplate on my life; you know, what’s all of it for. Money? How different I would live my life not having any financial worries? I imagine my phone ringing: Elon Musk is calling me! „Lila, an honor to meet you sir. I found your blog @theaustrianyoumet on IG and needed to call you – had my boys at DOGE hack into the social security system just to get your contact info. Listen… your first poem really resonated with me, which is why I would like to gift you 100 billion dollars.“

Let’s imagine the government doesn’t tax me on this stupenduous amount of money. I hang up the phone (I try to act cool hoping it would trigger Musk to give me even more money). My bank app shows a little under 100 billion, since I was a bit in minus on that account, I blame myself. What next? Go to sleep – how? Live a life I was not wired to?

I would identify as a chair, probably one out of steel with a black leather cushion, clapped together in a straight line, just like the homeless guy pumped up on Fentanyl living in the moment, no phone, just him doing the Mannequin-Challenge long after Rae Sremmurd had people freezing for clout.

Be careful what you wish for, I don’t think I would want him to call me! L (Jk, Elon hit me up if you read this)