The world under my feet

The work merges with the stranger to create someone identifiable. Suddenly all the thought of being irrelevant disappears, and you can proudly show your badge to the world.

A badge that signifies your value to society, a badge that is worth keeping, worth saving, worth risking your life. People give their life and effort to honoring the badge every day. Just the thought of losing the badge welcomes paranoia in the head.

What was once a fantasy is now a reality. Wearing the badge makes your life matter; there is a carpet under your feet that others are trying to get on. You see them try their hardest just to be on the same rug as you.

The badge makes you feel good to have pride in what you do for a living. Outside the window, you see people breaking their bones to earn the badge that clings to your cloth. Quickly, the badge makes you a better person than others.

The badge makes you feel invulnerable, as you are no longer shackled to the limitation of society. You can break any chain you want for your pleasure. The badge allows you to do anything you want. The shinier the badge, the more things you can get away from.

The feeling here is bliss, and you may have doubts about the badge and what it will do to your own individuality. But now you are not, and you are part of a group; you are above your own and the filth you see outside.

Opening the window enters the foul odor of the filth of commoners. Who has no idea about the badge that hangs on your suit? As they don't even have the proper knowledge to distinguish between a common badge and a premium one.

Now the badge is worth sacrificing, worth consuming, worth killing to preserve your identity for a long time.