Brainwashed by high-paying jobs, early marriages, and supposed happiness lifelong, Jose’s parents wanted the same for him. They wanted their perfect son to become the perfect man.
Except he had other ideas. In a uniformed world, he craved individuality, an identity worthy of the rebel he was. He read awakening literature and revolutionary biographies. Furious at society’s evils, he rallied forces to fight for freedom. The ideal son became the ideal protester — a radical change the world never expected.
When they captured him at last, he saw all the 6×8-feet cells, and realised he’d spent a useless life fighting ubiquitousness.