The Labeland

Meanwhile, in Some Dimension…

Navigating through the green hills, I’ve arrived at this place where giant label makers were placed. People would approach them, get a label on themselves, and proceed to the next label maker. The process would repeat endlessly. Some had their bodies completely covered.

On top of the hill, a figure without a single label observed the scene with a happy face. I sat by his side and asked, “What’s happening here?”

“They label themselves to find community. I used to be like that. One day, though, I took a shower and everything peeled off. When I went out, I had never been so well received. I noticed people approached me way more frequently. So I realized that while labels can help you find a community, they also alienate others. That’s why I don’t wear them anymore. I know who I am.”