The layers of our society
Sometimes I think our society resembles a vast ship built on several levels — each floor with its own light, its own darkness, its own illusions of safety. The layers of our society reveal different destinies, different masks, different wounds stretched along the social ladder like unspoken truths. And when a collective crisis comes — usually financial, though not only — I begin to sense a strange tilting, a quiet, almost imperceptible shift of weight. As if the Titanic of our shared fate begins to lean, and the water starts flooding the lowest decks, where people are most vulnerable, closest to the cold bottom, to the first line of disaster. And I see in this not just a social mechanism, but the illness of a single shared organism — a painful reminder of how our collective body suffers when balance is broken. Just as in the human psyche, so in society — when some parts are neglected, when some voices are suppressed, a symptom inevitably appears. Psychoanalysis would say that th...
