A Week in Modern Life also deals with depression, but in a more materialist way. It is the tale of H, a man that works in a factory. His job is inhuman and alienating, killing him inside every day. H is constantly depressed and distressed. He spends his free mornings in anguish, trying not to think that he is going to work another time, but without success. Even Sunday is terrible for him, for the same reason. The only day he can rest is Saturday: he spend it in bed, wrapped in a veil of gloomy perdition. H has no family, no friend, no hobbies: the factory took way all of them. He can barely remember is past, he doesn’t see the future, and its present is a sickening haze, from which he just want to escape. H has no will and no thoughts: his only strong idea it’s that the modern world is damn wrong.
•The song is divided into seven parts, and every parts is a day of the week. Every part is also divided in two: the half of the day when H is free but distressed, and the other half, when he is forced to works
•The intro is recorded with real industrial machinery, to carry the listener into the alienating life of the protagonist.
•Sunday is the worst day ever. It is not a new concept: the Italian poet Giacomo Leopardi already theorized it two centuries ago.
•Every day has its variations, but depression is forever the same.