From a Marxist perspective, what could be more frightening than not even knowing what you do for work, or what injustices are perpetrated on you there? What more villainous than an owning class who can’t be held accountable because they’re never seen or spoken to directly? What more ominous than an organization that refuses you all knowledge of the means and ends of production? Lumon is not just a Marxist nightmare, but a perfect one, one that refuses to be interpreted any other way.
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Not only that, but from what I recall, his work was cataloguing door hinges and door knobs, from what I recall reading. Mind-numbing work that made him wonder what if he could dissociate from his job.