Like clones, conditioned by evangelical indoctrination, yet sub consciously disbelieving, they sit stupefied staring at plain screens made ecstatic by a profusion of colour, yet listing a soulless directory of names, numbers and abodes of hundreds of faceless prospects.
A cacophony of voices, synthetically enthused by fear of failure, resonates round a characterless room which matches the sallowness of its obedient occupants.
You in your small corner and I in mine.
A supervisor, the exam room monitor, the policeman of the workplace, slowly meanders around the battery cages. His encouragements, admonishments and assessments, driven by fear of reprisal.
A creative thought, a dissenting voice -they have no lodgings here. Legalistic ideology made complex by its practise. Conform and succeed.
Yet those who endure take leave of themselves, sentencing their souls to a half life of secure mediocrity. What drives those who stay? ..the fear of something that isn’t driving them..drives them to stay…..