Life coaches and therapists and venture capitalists and personal trainers and art students talk about The Work; you've got to put The Work in, they say, as though there were a way to live lazily. Living takes some doing and dying takes some doing. The Work is just the shit we do as we plod the treadmill of this old Möbius mortal coil. Everybody telling each other how hard we're working—on our art, our relationships, personality disorders, careers. At the benefits office you tell em the same.