Wake, work, eat, sleep. Wake, work, eat, sleep. Wake, work, eat, sleep.This is the life.Wake, work, eat, sleep. Wake, work, eat, sleep. Wake, work, eat, sleep.This is what all my education was for. All the struggle my parents went through to raise me and all the money spent to turn me into a productive adult.Wake, work, eat, sleep. Wake, work, eat, sleep. Wake, work, eat, sleep.This is the dream, what human civilization has led up to for millennia, all to ensure that I can be placated into living out the rest of my life in this loop. The dream is to spend your day working overtime in an office culture that strangles your individuality to a boss that you're starting to think cares more about your labor than your well-being. Then you come home when the sun is already set to a tiny apartment you can barely afford yet it doesn't matter because you've barely decorated it because you're always too tired and head straight for bed. Can't wait to do it tomorrow.Wake, work, eat, sleep. Wake, wor- NO.Why is it this way? Why am I supposed to just play along? Why can't I just take what I want? Fuck work, fuck politeness, fuck expectations to fit into societal norms. I can't take it anymore, I can't take wasting half my day just stuck doing work that I don't give a shit anymore, I can't take seeing others do what they want while I'm stuck in this indentured haze.Fight, fuck, eat, sleep. Fight, fuck, eat, sleep. Fight, fuck, eat, sleep.And yet, somehow I am no more content. This is no life.
Power systems within power systems, oppression subjugated by the oppressed. Even within the trio who seek to break out of late-capitalist confines is systematic oppression still exerted, the realm of boxing a hyper-masculine domain which welcomes the men but not the woman. Radicalism when without structure turns to an animalism that, while still seeking to disrupt power structures, can create its own by taking root in already-existing learned intolerance: Tsuda rebels against his soulless corporate rat-race by "manning up" to feel like he has any power in his life while Kojima works towards radicalizing Tsuda; both deny Hizuru any agency of her own even while she must exist in relation to these two and their life-altering influence. Boxing offers a way to actualize the repressed anima inside but despite all of Hizuru's efforts she is never welcomed into its fold, viewed only as the male object of desire and what they box for. Letting her box too would not only give her power back but also no longer let them oppress her. A true revolution is inclusive of all, theirs is mere anarchic regression.