Stepping into the Matrix

Adrian de León
3 min readAug 3, 2022

When a new day turns into the reiteration of a familiar script, with a known timeline and a route that no longer holds any secret, you’ve fallen into a Matrix. This version has less of the Hollywood glamorous, and a reduced reach in its philosophical potential. After all, this life that constitutes your being isn’t an abstract theoretical endeavour, it is your reality. In this reality, the triviality of everyday existence cannot be cut in the editing room, there is no script for you to follow, and there are no directors keeping things in-line. There is no vision. The only vision that may, or may not, exist, resides in your own vacuous projection. You may have a vision, but few people know about it, and those that do, do not necessarily buy into it. You may dream with your eyes open but the Matrix exists in the concrete. A concrete that constitute the building and the floors that you use to move from one innocuous point to another.

In this society, the human condition isn’t characterised by a free-flowing state of consciousness. It is true that we distinguish ourselves between ‘free-men’ and ‘prisoners’ thanks to lines erected by a judicial system and a restriction on movement erected by the correctional system. We have created zoos, natural parks, and urban spaces to demarcate ourselves from other species. We have built a civilisation based on visions of grandeur. However, even in this man-made world, no one, not even the innocent, are free to be who they want to be.

Of course, we are constrained by our biology, we are constrained by the space and time. Some will argue that we are constrained by our DNA, our genetic make-up, and our hereditary legacy. Our human condition is conditioned by this determinism. Personally, I remain skeptical about this idea — it is hard to prove, and even harder to disprove. In any case, I sense that the constraint on our individualistic freedom is much more constrained by the determinism of the society we operate in, rather than any emitting from within.

Our sense of freedom exists because we live in a world without bars, with seemingly endless possibilities to travel (with the right passport), bathed in an obsessive and intrusive mercantile fairy-tale offering us the tools for upward social mobility. In a world of chaos, uncertainty, and unavoidable eternal anonymity, we have found a soothing promise: the free market. We have no Gods, no customs, no culture, no heritage, no discrepancies, no idiosyncrasies no flaws, no community, no connection, no future. Everything…