Finish Line Shift

I think we made it.

(oh really?) Made what?

The finish line. (uh-uh) That's not the finish line.

It literally says finish.

Look again.

Made a little money— MAKE MORE!

(faster!) Got noticed— GET KNOWN!

Finally got numbers— NEED DOUBLE!

Hit the target— NEW GOAL!

Who makes these rules?

Somebody already through.

Then I'm done playing.

You say that every Tuesday.

SOMEBODY MOVED THE FINISH LINE!

I SWEAR IT WAS RIGHT THERE LAST NIGHT!

(right there!)

Every time I arrive— another mountain,

another number, another reason I'm behind!

Can I celebrate?

FIVE MINUTES.

That's it?

FOUR NOW.

SOMEBODY MOVED THE FINISH LINE!

Congratulations. Thank you.

Next target.

Fuck.

Got the job! GET PROMOTED!

Bought the thing! GET THE BETTER ONE!

Made something people love!

DO IT AGAIN! What if I don't?

THEY'LL FORGET! I'M TRYING TO ARRIVE— YOU'RE TRYING TO SURVIVE— I'M COUNTING

WHAT I GOT— THEY'RE COUNTING WHAT YOU'RE NOT— WHO THE HELL IS

‘THEY’ ANYWAY?

Good question.

Maybe the finish line

was invented to keep us running.

Bit dramatic.

Am I wrong?

...Keep talking. Maybe making it isn't arriving.

Maybe it's deciding

which fucking race

was yours in the first place.

There you are. SO I FOUND MY FINISH LIIIIINE—

NEW RECORD! OH COME ON!

MORE MONEY!

MORE NUMBERS!

MORE PEOPLE!

MORE PRESSURE!

MORE PROOF!

MORE TIME! MOVE THAT LINE AGAIN—I'M DONE CHASING YOURS!

SOMEBODY MOVED THE FINISH LINE!

SO WE DREW OUR OWN THIS TIME!

(our own!) Keep your numbers,

keep moving your signs— WE'LL DECIDE WHEN WE ARRIVE!

Done? Yep. One more thing— NO.