I have a good friend who was riding the underground into London one morning in July, in 2005, it was the morning of the London bombings, when all the trains were stopped and everybody was evacuated. He said it was terrifying but also exciting, that many of those around him seemed quietly thrilled to have a change from the ordinary, deadening routine (he’s joined a sort of self-realization cult now). Most were happy just to have a day off work. It’s hard to overstate how many of us don’t like going to work, are tired of our lives.