This is my definition of a failed country, a defunct civilization: When hard working, talented people, full of life and ideas after many years of trying for the unattainable say: “I don’t want to do a creative job anymore, I don’t want to be original, artistic or interesting, I just want to go to the cash machine and get my money at the end of the month, without having to make 100 phonecalls first and without having to be gracious”.
It’s the first time I said that today, and I meant it. I only want to do my job, whatever that may be and get paid. And I can be an artist and a free spirit the rest of the time. I am really tired of the job situation in this country.
(”Every civilization is, among other things, an arrangement for domesticating the passions and setting them to do useful work.” Aldous Huxley)
