Bank paper, insurance paper, tax paper. Get money, pay money, save money. Choose that pension saving company, choose your bank, your future. Feel safe, feel happey. I can't see the forest for all the papers. Could it be because the threes has been cut down.
I throw my papers away, close my eyes and fly away to the green forest where the blank sheets have there origin. At least I can pretend that I drop the control of my personal institutionalized life. But at work I'll keep on turning papers. I'll be a paper robot controlling your life instead of mine.
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