If I weren’t trying to get a medical test, I might be fighting to submit the proper forms to qualify for government aid or spending hours on the phone trying to figure out medical bills. There’s always something. We experience a million such little indignities, all of which loudly proclaim that we are objects, instruments, or figures, that our humanity is far less significant than legal liability and efficiency. And so we feel overwhelmed and helpless before the machine. How could we not?
