Habitus

When you are born in a sealed context, where there is no fresh air nor direct sunlight, where external stimulation doesn’t enter nor your screams leave, where you only know what they let you see and you must your eyes to imagine what things might be like beyond the limits, where political abnormality is normalized and creative evolution is despised, where social relations revolve around beer and moral values around power, where emotions shame and wisdom is tarred, where petty acts are rewarded and brave dreams punished, when you live this indifference and your life without direction, you have just one option: Find the exit.