There is an interval during
which I am a member of the shiftless, ever-expanding
mass of the unemployed. I work all day and most of the evening on
rescuing myself from this situation but it proves exceedingly difficult.
I become acquainted with the two essential experiences of unemployment:
starvation and degradation.
It is impossible to survive in the MALL without employment. For example,
how can you buy anything? The problem goes deeper than this, however,
as proof of employment is contained within an individual's barcode, and
the barcode is required for admittance into most areas of the MALL. Thus
do I find myself skulking the dark areas of
the residential compound, walking incessantly along the tramways. It is
even more difficult to get a job, since getting a job requires that one
be able to enter the MALL, where all the jobs are, and entering the MALL
requires that one have a job. |