Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

it is all a nightmare  §

I am so tired of all of this. Poverty, school, homework, work, student loans, taxes, banks, credit, debit, balances, contracts, applications, affadavits, forms, faxes, emails, phone calls, voice mails, arrangements, deals, agreements, requirements, credentials, identification, police, classification, transportation, distribution, commerce, cold, hunger, cold, hunger, cold, hunger, **cold**, **hunger**, poverty, school, homework, work, student loans, taxes, banks, credit, debit, balances, contracts, applications, affadavits, forms, faxes, emails, phone calls, voice mails, arrangements, deals, agreements, requirements, credentials, identification, police, classification, transportation, distribution, commerce, cold, hunger…

There is not time enough to fill out (not to mention submit, not to mention check on the status of in order to verify receipt and acknowledgement of) all of your forms, much less to actually be a person. The older you are, the farther behind in your life-papework you are (you know, the paperwork that you must fill out, that you are always working on, for the rest of your life, as fast as you can, in order to stay out of prison). You are always working toward that elusive chance to be alive, but you get farther and farther from it as the years go on — despite working faster and faster for longer and longer hours — because you are farther and farther behind in your forms and obligations, and with each form you complete and submit, two new additional forms are added to the list required in order to keep yourself out of prison, and with every obligation that you meet, two new obligations are added to the list required in order to avoid invalidating all of the forms you have submitted thus far.

Forms and obligations, obligations and forms, and agencies, agencies, agencies, and then, suddenly, death, long before you were complete and had a chance to live, and if you were lucky, also before they caught you for being too far behind and killed you off anyway.

Oh! Monster of modernity, terrible and ecstatic, wherefore dost thou hunger?

We have created for ourselves a nightmare world in which over time one cannot help but work oneself deeper and deeper into a massive and growing web of artificial obligations imposed simply by attempting over and over to meet such obligations. The upside of meeting each of them? You are given the privilege of remaining out of prison. The downside? You incur more with each new obligation that you meet. The upside of not meeting them? Sanity, for a moment. The downside of not meeting them… once that moment is over, your life is also over, and you will rot either at the far and dangerous fringe of society (if you are lucky) or in prison (if you are not).

Alienation! Alienation! Nightmare of nightmares!