I call passports the branded cattle concept: this one is mine, this one is from your herd. Can’t cross the barbed wire, wouldn’t know who has rights over you—as opposed to you having rights. The very concept of citizenship is awkward; a leftover from the war between settlers and nomads, which the former won.
Passports are also an admission of societal failure: there’s this expectation that without the walled garden the status quo would crumble. Every time I use my passport I see the seams of the veil over our eyes, how thin and fragile and yet how strong the illusion that blinds our minds.
@VeryBadLlama @aishasie I can’t remember what exactly it was but recently I consumed a bit of scifi media where “we” met an alien race, they were from planet x and that was the whole conceptualisation; they together, from planet x, were a unit.
Then the story switched back to earth and they had to deal with borders and shit again.
Unfortunately that was not the point of the story, that could have been some interesting critique, but it was clear the author (seemingly) didn’t even think about it.
@aishasie @VeryBadLlama Well that kind I kind of find optimistic in that we apparently found unity (only to find new others in space to go to war with but ok)
But this one had the united alien race, and then humanity still divided their planet up in stupid little countries