A lot of "The Pale King" by David Foster Wallace is based around the psychical suffering that is inflicted on people who's job requires them to create or enforce arbitrary bureaucratic hurdles on civilians. The infliction of the inflictors. Trying to navigate the various webs of institutions and the idiosyncrasies of the people currently in charge or the particular island you find yourself on is my least favourite thing to do. I would rather be becalmed or trying to remove a hook from my nether regions.
I guess myself and Elayna are basically full time Immigrants.
"We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun, where the hot springs.. flow.
Ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaa"
(Led Zeppelin)
A big thanks for the support!
Riley & Elayna