The trajectory of unfreedom
“Sometimes it seemed that the intersection was the end point of all routes; and sometimes, when a chaotic stream of cars, buses, cyclists and people roared past the station, one got the impression that it was just an intermediate point through which people were passing through in transit.” (c) Rachel Cusk
I’m walking through an intersection. Green light, red light, green light, red light. People walk along me, towards me, behind me. People live their normal lives. Ordinary life, the cycle of everyday affairs, routine, events. An intersection is a traffic control system. States and politics are a system of regulating people. Human individuality complicates the regulatory system. It is much easier to manage people by placing them within a framework of limitations and a single thinking, a single point of view. The attempt to structure and unify human individualities leads to a lack of freedom. Uniformity and similarity to the like, not to stand out, not to be different, not to be different, not to be free. The framework in which people are placed in totalitarian regimes of states. A totalitarian prison in which people move within the boundaries that the state allows them. People are ghosts living their ordinary lives. The trajectory of unfreedom.