Faire le vide
I found this paragraph in a song about a horrible person that I won't even write it here, yet these lines are so powerful that taken outside of context made me think about the despair of life on autopilot, life being lived with a mask on.
En costume-cravate dans un bureau sans vie Quelle vie vit-on quand on n'a pas la vie qu'on veut ? Qui sommes-nous quand on n'peut être que c'que l'on peut ? Enfermés par les dogmes et code sociétal Cloisonnés par l'effort d'être ce qu'on n'est pas Y a-t-il une médecine, une science pour c'que l'on rejette ? Y a-t-il une vitrine, une fente ou un bout d'fenêtre ? Personne se connait mais tout l'monde prétend connaître l'autre Une erreur de la nature, à qui la faute ?
Much like in Walden's quote:
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats.
The tyranny of a life lived behind mental bars seems to be a recurring theme everywhere I look, a symptom of modern life, where each step in our life is pre-arranged, and a bunch of mini-steps together conform a bigger step, over and over.
I love the media where glimpses of rebellion, even in mainstream produce, do appear. I know they are also curated to provoke the illusion of escape, but still they are small sparks of resistance?
Like Future's
Mask off, fuck it, mask off.