The birth of a person into the world is itself a forced conspiracy.
In order to survive this absurd rule, we are born learning how to be qualified accomplices.
As a child, my first accomplices were my parents. We are a group of pretenders parasitic on blood. Behind closed doors, we work together to whitewash the crumbling foundation, using clumsy innocence to cover up the many holes in the adult world. We swallowed the lie called "respectability" at the same dinner table, pretending not to see the rotten smell seeping from the cracks. That's the first lesson of survival: the truth doesn't matter, as long as the structure doesn't collapse, the illusion is reality.
During adolescence, order and discipline are like an iron cage. So, I looked for accomplices of similar age in the shadow of the desk. The alliance with classmates was a swashbuckling rebellion. We exchanged each other's undeveloped guilt and secret longings, using silent resistance to test the boundaries of the huge machine. It is the most futile and most sincere blood-based alliance between the weak and the weak.
Until adulthood. When the giant beast called "life" finally opened its abyss, and when the false "love" was completely stripped of its halo on the scale of reason, I ushered in the largest and most silent conspiracy in my life.
My coming to you is definitely not due to the bewitchment of hormones or the resonance of my soul. But we smelled the same kind of sober despair in each other during the long and barren years.
Intent: We need co-conspirators to fight against the absurdity of the world, but in the most utilitarian team-up plan, we accidentally completed the purest redemption for each other.
