The cow I have to see butchered

My partner (artistic, not life), Will, is no longer employed. He says this is his final act of journalism. We will see. But it stuck me today (well, Wednesday, and then yesterday and again today) just how bad things are for a lot of people right now and how lucky I am to have a job. One that I (if you've got to have one) like. Until now I have been able to not think about it. But Will brings it shockingly close. It's like how I can eat a hamburger because I don't have to see the 200 or so cows that are slaughtered and ground up and sent out across the country. Essentially, Will is that cow.