Thursday, December 18

Modernity

You wake up to find yourself in a strange bed. How you got there you have no idea. All you know is that this is not your own bed in which you were wont to sleep your whole life. Maybe you got there by mistake, thinking you were getting into your own bed; or maybe you were tricked, by someone unscrupulous. It doesn’t matter. Now you are in it and you are not going anywhere. You will be hacked and cut if too long, or pulled and stretched if too short, but one way or another you will be 'fitted' to it, until you will think it the most 'natural' thing in the world. And it will be done not by anyone else but by you. Yes. You will cut and hack your own limbs with your own hands, and you will keep doing it until the proportions are exactly 'right.' Do you want to know what this bed is and who you are? You are none other than us — you, i and everyone else — and the world is our Procrustean bed.

Even at that hour when the grey sky of St. Petersburg is shrouded in total darkness and all its race of officials have dined and sated the...