Within the big factory, all the workers are busy doing their jobs. They are all focused on their tasks, doing the best they can. Some of them are tired, but they know that they can’t just stop. Some are not sure about what they’re doing, they just know it’s essential, and for them, it’s enough. They can feel the eyes of the big boss on their shoulders. The owner is watching them. When their shift is finished, they leave the place to someone else to go home. They can’t say they are happy, and sometimes they wonder what would happen if they stop working. But hey, it’s just a dream, the work must go on, and there’s nothing they can do to stop it.
Up there on the wall, where the big bosses have their offices, there is a big fat red button. Nobody knows what it is for.
Then one day, someone, it must be one of the bosses, enters the big factory and pushes the big red button.
A weird noise fills the air, and then, all of a sudden, complete silence. All the machines stop working.
All the workers are shocked. The silence is quickly replaced by whispers and rumours.
“What should we do? Do we have to go home? So it was possible to stop this? And now?”
The Big Red Button is an image that my dear friend Vanessa gave me a few days ago. And this morning this story came out of my fingers, without thinking really.
Sometimes I feel that we’ve convinced ourselves that we are just cogs in a machine.
What can I do? The real power is somewhere else, in someone else hands. It all feels unstoppable. It is what it is. Until someone or something comes, and push the big red button.
But do we really have to wait for that? Are we really without power? Or is it just a story we tell ourselves to feel good doing nothing?
And now that something has pushed that big red button, what can I do?