Like many artists, in this society that devalues creativity,
I cannot make a living creating art.
To make a living, I work at home,
programming three-dimensional data displays
for a media conglomerate.

Ever since I began working for this company,
it has seemed to me as if I am being subjugated
by a kind of behavior control system
that was designed so that employers can
make slaves of employees.

There is a nastiness to the system,
as if am on a treadmill,
and if I don't keep working every minute, I will be prodded.
Yet the prodding is often destructive -- slowing down my work,
even sometimes destroying it,
as if those in charge of the system
are more interested in torturing me
than they are in their so-called research.

This system pervades every moment of my life.
I have the sense that every keystroke I enter is observed;
that my ways of doing things;
what kinds of intimidation are effective,
are being studied --
as if I am a set of statistics
instead of a human being with feelings.

I imagine that the system is controlled
by a very powerful computer database
such as those used by Military war games and think tanks.
It also uses sophisticated intelligence agency surveillance equipment
and a vicious combination of psychodrama and behavior control.

We ask for sanctuary