A Depiction of Tribal Life |
As I've noted numerous times, people of the West live an unnatural life. In the United States and Europe, we basically live inside a vast property development that's controlled by enormous Kafkaesque bureaucracies that drain our wealth and energy through numerals. For most people, day to day existence is a series of pointless tasks that serve to keep this parasitic system alive. Furthermore, we're thoroughly de-tribed. We have a natural need to belong to a band beyond our family, but that need is a detriment, its a door for poison. It's used by politicians, clergy, and con-men to manipulate and scam us.
We hate our civilization, but it's all we know, and our hatred of it has no conscious manifestation. The Zombie Apocalypse is an artistic manifestation of that. The enemies of the small band of survivors are mindless hordes of zombies, creatures that are nothing but a ravenous appetite and a perversion of the natural order; they are a-cyclic, living dead things. Rick's band of survivors is a tribe. They wander through the woods and roads living something resembling a pastoral life. Seeing their small group stirs our ancient memory of belonging, and having a life that's unique and significant.
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