Neoliberalism
Neoliberalism takes no notice of the ordinary life. It too easily overlooks the empty pot, the cold nights, the pattering of mice, a drunk father, a delirious mother, gunshots and shouting. Then suddenly, like the random plucking of a single jelly bean from within an infinite ocean, there you stand in awe on a beautiful green quad amidst the ivory towers, along with a few other jellybeans, face-to-face with the daughters and sons of this era’s great scions. Until this moment, no one ever told you: you are the most precious pearl, and the world is your oyster. Who could blame you for forgetting your past - the tedious ways of living which never suited you, nor anyone else? You don’t even care to remember those bright sunny days when you were furloughed into the streets and parks, the fields and the woods. Perhaps it is just too painful to recall your childhood longing for freedom. Don’t you dare worry, the new day has come and the sun is shining again. It’s warmth reassures your place among the chosen. And this dumb jelly bean luck, which you too easily confuse with a bit of hard work, becomes your prescription for the savage world you left behind at the gates. When you were a child you lived easily with uncertainty. God wasn’t some distant possibility, but the miracle of a flying insect. Yet now, at long last you’ve captured God in a sinister algorithm, which you will gladly deploy through education, meritocracy, determinism, false optimism, exclusive fraternity, and stock options. Before it’s too late, pause a while to consider whether you truly want to live your precious life in a dream?
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