Tough Day at the Blipface

You! Yes you! Sitting there idly riffling through the many pictures that, in this modern utopia, are so readily available.

I think that we are in danger of forgetting the sheer, unrelenting toil that goes into the manufacture of these images that we consume so unthinkingly.

So spare a thought for the poor, overworked, underpaid Blip miners who have sweated to hew from the living rock that picture of a kitten playing so cutely with a ball of wool that you smiled at indulgently for a few seconds before moving on to a photograph of a normal-sized man who looks amusingly small because he is further away than you think.