Work is an array of decisions, conscious and unconscious, unfurling through time. Because the past does not vanish into thin air, but exists in the present, our work can be looked upon as a kind of "social sculpture" that gathers as we act.

Thoughts and operations: speech, gesture, gross movements: all particles of the artifact, but one we cannot separate ourselves from, as in the forming of external and static objects.

Well, you determine exteriority.

Work is the dance you cannot undance, or set yourself free of, by saying "I have not danced, but only tripped over myself when I was young. And now, my friends, I have this habit, this tic, which I call my employment."