The Walls
There are walls in the world, walls that are invisible to most people, yet walls that no one crosses.
Maybe you saw some of them too.
The easiest to see are walls made out of simple printed words. "Private property". Or even just a crossed out red circle.
Those are words, yet, they act as a physical barrier. Maybe you wanted to take a specific walking path, and found one of those signs, which made you walk away, take another, longer, path. Yet, no walls was there.
But there are other barriers, in other places. Have you ever put foot in a chic hotel? Went through the "staff" door? Went into a building site without a hard hat?
No? Why? Trespassing is a weird notion.
But it doesn't stop there. Society is a game with rules, only a fistful of them is ever written.
You play by the rules. You could just take that apple, you need the money for something else. Yet you submit to it.
You play by the rules, your salary is shit, your job is crap, you do things you don't like, your boss is a asshole. Yet you keep smiling meekly, you keep being polite, you keep peace at the workplace.
You play by the rules, your rent goes up. Your apartment is shit, you barely can keep up with it. If your rent money goes somewhere, it's sure not going into maintenance of your living quarters. Why do you have to pay spoiled billionaires who may have never set foot in a five thousand kilometers radius around your place for the privilege of living here? At least, when you pay taxes, you know what you get back. For paying rents, what you get back is the opportunity to pay more rent.
You play by the rules, the rules are made to fuck you over, you are getting screwed, you are playing this pornographic theater piece, where you get screwed over and over and over. The public is here and gawking. And you play willingly. Just one step and you are off the stage, yet you keep in the play, in the action, you get fucked, raped nonstop. And you are compelled to keep playing. Why?
You think you are alone, you think you are crazy. You can't see through the ruse. Everyone here is an actor, everyone here is playing a role they feel distinct from. Some may enjoy it, but none chose it, and as a result, most hate it.
But you can't see it. The mask is ever present. Yet another wall, between each individual. It's dangerous to down the mask. You know it. Some of the actors are here to punish and beat up the ones who chose to down it. They make you fear.
But fear is the mask, fear is the stage master.
Come on! Let's find a new stage master: joy, fun. We can do it, it has been done in the past. Bring down that fucking wall. Bringing down the wall, you start by the mask, you reach through it, accept the risk, find your peers. Together, you can take on larger walls. Repeat the process. Turn them to cobble. Turn them all into rubble.
Let's find a new play, that exists outside of the penitentiary, where the only walls are the one of consent and physics. Not that of an unbearable crystal prison.
I'm claustrophobic, I can't breath, the walls are each day getting closer, this is a mausoleum, soon a casket, eventually my coffin. I need to come out, I need a breath of fresh air. We all do, we are all trapped. We need to reach out, only in shared space is there enough space to breath.