@Daojoan@mastodon.social Most anti-productivity essays belong in an ivory tower. They preach a pristine, theoretical autonomy that smells like a new form of puritanism. Real subjectivity isn't sterile; it’s human and irrational. My Middle Way? A large teacup of wine on Wednesday mornings. It’s an unoptimized, imperfect ritual that anchors me to reality. You aren't a product, but you aren't a saint either.