>>24681512 (OP)
These kind of videos depicting highly optimized routines evoque a terrible fear of time flying past. His life (my life) is one of meaningless task spent in cold isolation, no friends seen, no wife to welcome you home, no children. Nothing out of the ordinary done, just the socially accepted, no trangression, no piousness, just lukewarm existence, the absolute mean of a life. At a first glance you couldn't tell if he's in the office, his house or his "favorite" restaurant, all of them are presented in close shots-countershots of a POV and his emotionless gaze, morning tea, his protein meal, his beloved lamen, all of them eliciting no response besides logical aknowlegment. Through his day he sits in similar mass produced furniture with the same rigid body position devoid of rest or comfort. You could see by the elipsis of a single cut our sole protagonist, now 40, doing the same, and it wouldn't surprise you.
I, of course, understand that this man has friends and girlfriends and family and an inner world and that his life is not this chronographed limbo existence here presented, but it strikes me as worrying that this content is engaging or interesting as it seems to suggest this kind of life is expected or desirable in some way. He is not poor, he eats out, he lives in a central neighbourhood next to the publicitary landmarks of a leading global city, these are desirable signs, but the meat of his existence is fight club parody of a dehumanized office worker. Tic tac.
