Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Society is the devil itself


You are born pure, untouched by humanity’s deceits. You have almost a day of freedom when you enter the world and after that, society takes over. They start to shove paperwork into your parents’ face who get distracted and sign you off into a pitiful existence. And then the hell begins; vaccines of who knows what, against who knows which virus invented by the mankind, trauma of any sort, friendships that often dissolve you and rebirth you into this magnificent interior wall builder, love that swallows you and then spits you out, leaving deep scars that will later become prizes of your new gained knowledge.

Society is the devil; or maybe the system is. But who created this shaky yet solid as a mountain system? Though one isn’t it? Society robs you of everything: your soul, your power, your brain, your feelings, your desire to go on and give something back and so on. To give back to whom and why? You’re just a number, a demographic lie among other lies.

I used to think that if you get up in the morning and just live that day as the last day of your pathetic existence, you could be happy; you could be happy and not worry about what would come next. I did that for a long time and I have to say I was pretty good at it. Ignoring the debts I have to pay to society, ignoring its calls for my body and mind to work for it just so I could be granted a paycheck, which obviously would go straight back into to its massive and endless, let’s call it stomach; ignoring the trauma around me and just handling my own, ignoring the poverty, the shame, the animal extinction, the loss of land, space, mind. So what? This disguised devil just caught up to me. It stood there all this time, waiting for me to make a mistake, lurking year, after year, day after day. We live in a seaside of humans and they form this meaningless word: society. You are one of them, I am one of them and of course we are great, interesting, well intended individuals, but when we gather together and make waves for the seaside to function the devil is born.

And finally I did it. I paid my tribute and give birth to this beautiful, pure, untouched by evil, human being. I enjoyed her freedom for five entire hours, and then the nicely dressed lady shoved some paperwork into my face and I had to sign her off.

But society is good. Rules are good and nothing, absolutely nothing can touch you if you are a reasonable and generous person. You would think…

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu