Post #907362

For the past two weeks I've mostly been afraid of doing anything because of all the horror stories of Finnish unemployment agencies cutting benefits from creative people, because since they do creative things All The Time, that means that they are in fact secretly working (while not doing anything commercial or getting paid) and hence are not qualified for benefits. Mostly therefore one must live their life taking cues from an old cat who does 23 hours per day of nothing much. The mental stress load is quite something, and on many days I feel the system is going to break me inside, somehow, and make me unfit for the job market, because my mental health shall collapse from the way the system is rigged against creatives in such a way that we'll just all wander out there into the forests and woods, into the night, and join the shadow kingdom under all the tunnels beneath all the railroad tracks and ask riddles from people attempting to pass; and what monsters we become when those riddles go unanswered. I often think about one of the best films ever made, Das Leben Der Anderen, where East German government forbids a writer from writing at all, and the inciting incident of the film is when he hangs himself. We are very much at an inciting incident in this country called Finland.