{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

It think its the difference in perspectives. You have written philosophically, while Bizzari writes from the point of view of the medical profession.

I experienced a great deal of depersonalisation,during my tenure as a waiter back in 2005. I was working for very long hours.It was almost a sweat shop. I would punch in at 8 am, and there were days when, I worked till 1 am and then slept in the restaurant's small sofa for three or four hours and the shift started all over again.

Everything felt unreal to me.Now that I am temporally removed from the situation I can talk about it but at that point of time I was a complete mess. The days and the nights passed me by and they made no sense to me.

The only relief was by the way of novels and books I carried around in my backpack.

I felt as if that period was eternal and would never end. What stood out most clearly were the false-Authority Figures all around me. The Bosses. All I wanted to do was to read and to study and all I could do was to run all over the hotel to serve the guests.Now, I want to do nothing.

There are hundreds of thousands of labour camps like the one I am telling you about all over India.
But there is this one thing-there are a certain kind of people, a lot of poor people too, who actually enjoy this kind of life.For them,its actually fun. They would laugh and gossip and run all over the hotel to take care of various tasks.

That is the bitter truth. Just like that there are people who love to reproduce, who love to compete for the next promotion,  love to save in order to buy a car.

For them knowledge is just a means they make use of in order to earn money and then splurge it by way of having babies and chasing Gortish dreams.