it is not dystopia
My girlfriend is watching Severance, a series in which employees forget who they are the moment they enter the office. It’s disturbing—and strangely familiar.
After three years working at a major Brazilian corporation, I sometimes feel like that premise is not science fiction. It feels more like the quiet dream of the bourgeoisie: a clear separation between the person and the worker. Company values placed above individual values. Corporate goals treated as more urgent than personal dreams.
Over time, you begin to measure your life by metrics that were never yours. You chase goals you never chose. You speak a language that is not native to your soul.
In the end, you run the risk of living a life designed by someone else.
Sad, but true.