i'm pretty sure we're all sick of bureaucracy and yet cling to it
it's not that we have faith in the systems around us, it's that the people that express those systems are in our worlds enough that we can personalise the processes and blame an individual, or empathise {which is worse{?}}
but unlike a politic there isn't reconciliation at the bureaucracies heart, there's just a seeming of baseless ceremony between thought and action, as if that weren't a hard enough process already.
and when we're dispossessed of agency it's a simple fear keeping us immobile, immured to the point of inaction, thought stripped back to dull acceptance.
a cataract ridden tiger in the corner, on a length of chain, waiting for mercy
it's not that we have faith in the systems around us, it's that the people that express those systems are in our worlds enough that we can personalise the processes and blame an individual, or empathise {which is worse{?}}
but unlike a politic there isn't reconciliation at the bureaucracies heart, there's just a seeming of baseless ceremony between thought and action, as if that weren't a hard enough process already.
and when we're dispossessed of agency it's a simple fear keeping us immobile, immured to the point of inaction, thought stripped back to dull acceptance.
a cataract ridden tiger in the corner, on a length of chain, waiting for mercy
Labels: death of agency
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Youch!
Reminds me of some lyrics from the early 90s band DEF FX: "Go to work and be milked like cattle every day. Human stables hold the herd - office stalls filled with stock. The system keeps you docile by promising the weekend off."
Sometimes I think bureaucracy is a vast contract designed to neutralise the most highly educated.
Your tiger image is gut wrenching. I guess at least when it dies it will have the dignity of having been a tiger.
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