Who wears the trousers? I. System If you really want to meet him you won’t find him at the bar in the theatre or the playground, at a movie, in a car… System has no time for leisure when not working, he’s at war. System tuts and wags his finger, splitting the whole world in two subject/object, slave and master male and female, me and you. He is tall and very tight-lipped, white, and knows a thing or two. When first born, he wasn’t naked wore a suit, had socks and shoes. (His mother fled, she couldn’t bear to see the way that she’d been used.) Now he carries rule and compass instruments he mustn’t lose. System loves to make decisions on what’s good and what is bad. Nothing thwarts his use of logic, nothing makes him lost or sad. There’s no sea that he can’t measure Newton should have been his dad.
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