Idle Bodies, Dumb Mouths

20 days later, and it's time for something important. Youths impressed with the importance of a career plan by precariously employed adults displaying the stylings of concern. Keep busy, your life depends on it. Idleness will destroy you. You cannot relax, it is wrong. Work is freedom.

"It's stupid" whines one or all of these youths at some time or another, endlessly repeating the same objections as all of their fellows for the last thirty years but too disaffected to do anything about it. Those with any ability or chance cannot find the determination, the rest hopelessly looking in all the wrong places to begin with.

Production will save us all. Production is the answer. Unproductive life is nothing but decay. But my productive activity is to be responsible for yours, says the role of the wardens. Never mind how much I care, put to one side whether I agree with the policies or actions of the agency I represent, I'm only doing my job. And my job is to respond to the pressures put upon me by my superiors, directly venting them on you, my subordinates.

They don't ask that we be actually productive at all, they don't ask that we love what we do and do what we love. Just so long as everyone fills the role they have been given and does not deviate during the hours of operation. Clock out at five, bugger the job, I'm going home. It doesn't matter what we did until then, it's over now, forget it, collect your pay cheque. Worrying about things is someone else's job, and that's only when they're on the clock.