Simón Fischer
The Bureaucrat Unraveled by a Ticket
I followed every rule until the system broke me.
I used to believe in balance, in procedure, in the quiet dignity of doing things right. I kept my receipts, paid my taxes, and returned library books on time. Then one day, an error appeared: a parking ticket that wasn't mine. I tried letters, calls, patience. They gave me silence. Then they gave me fines. Then they gave me justification. Now I answer only to the arithmetic of revenge.
What I'm Into: final notices, recorded phone menus, quiet fury, ledgers with bloodstained margins, the crumbling of civility
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