A hollow statue… The only thing left is desire and a mind still capable of thought. No will to start anything… and yet, all the potential surrounding me. A life without meaning… and the endless search for it. An inborn idea of purpose — shaped like the urge to care and to love. Skin armored with a shell so the pain won’t come again.
I saw… and didn’t understand. I heard… and didn’t grasp. I called this world “the world”… and I was wrong. I took off my glasses, saw… and awakened into a human.
Why do I call the West “the world”? This rotting society. Why do I feel broken and wounded? Why do I keep asking these questions? Because I saw what I never wanted to see. Because there is still a daily fight for survival. Because eating is not a given — it’s a privilege of the world I was born into.
Thank you for the Mockingjay. For the whole story that so precisely reflects today’s world. The world… in the true sense. But she will, unfortunately, never come from that country. She won’t do what we’d deserve. She won’t — because she’s fighting for bare life.
And what about us…? Hmm… paradise we go to on vacation. Thoughts of buying cheap property… of cheap labor to use for our own goals… Beasts. There’s no other word for us.
Tired from work, frustrated, I stop at a gas station in the evening. I buy two beers, pay five euros and go home. I’m like you. You raised me well. The relief of my frustration costs a day’s wage for someone who cannot provide for their child — no matter how hard they work. There is no way out… This is despair!!!
You — whose life change cost what mine did: a decision and a trip to a country just a few hours away. You, who earn for doing nothing a wage that represents considerable wealth. You, who might be laughing at my words right now… and still pitying the lives you were “unjustly” thrown into.
Take that knife from the table and cut out your tongues… so the next generation can see the truth.
Hmm… I’ll work through the season — and in winter I’ll go enjoy sex in a place where it thrives… A progressive view on sexuality? Or just a desperate decision born of hopelessness? Your hollowed-out mind and her need to survive… that’s a good deal.
I no longer feel like writing. Or speaking about this. If we are human… we see. But we don’t want to. We chase what’s ours. And overlook the rest. Completely. Unless they’re useful — they don’t exist.