A little man climbs a big ladder to change the batteries every week. You might have noticed this of yourself, you start feeling particularly flat on a Sunday, usually about 3 or 4pm. This is exactly when the batteries are changed. The little man doesn’t muck about, he changes them quickly, flicks a band-aid on what’s left of the week, gets it all ready to green-light and go full charge into the new week ahead. Those batteries power the treadmill that you’re on for five days in a row. If this all sounds a tiny bit strange, it’s not. And if it sounds a tiny bit depressing, that’s also wrong. It’s hugely fucking depressing actually. We all seemed to think the batteries themselves were rechargeable but it’s slowly sinking in that that’s not the case at all. We also borrowed far too much money from far too many places to keep this whole charade up and running. The batteries, the treadmill, the little man. It all costs an enormous fortune. And that’s just the financial cost.