We wake up in boxes. We drive to work in boxes. We sit in offices — boxes. We study in classrooms — boxes. We sleep in apartments — more boxes. And one day, we are placed in a final box, 2 square meters.
Some people have large, comfortable boxes. Others are cramped together in small ones. But the structure is the same.
Is this living? Or is it just existing inside a series of containers — each one a little more confining than the last?
The root cause, perhaps, is the greed that keeps building bigger boxes while forgetting to build a bigger life.
— Thiện Minh