Foucalt being into BDSM just noted as a little easter egg in the end really threw me tbh! This was a really engaging book. Thoroughly enjoyed reading it. It articulates so many bullshit aspects of work as it is today. I especially appreciated the spiritual strain being fleshed out, the recognition of harm and the engagements with acknowledging gendered violence alongside concepts of work. This has been a much-loved read for me at the time, as an eco-anarchist and hospo worker who has been quite disabled by the killer effects of long-covid. Thinking about the UBI, volunteering and work in newly-coloured ways. RIP David Graeber. Gen z appreciates u x