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Epp is an aged pensioner living alone in a small unit of a high-rise tower in a fully administered welfare state, where every need is provided and every act is logged. He spends his days filling in forms, obeying the institution's routines and secretly watching his neighbour through the walls. He narrates his own diminishing life in a mangled official jargon that he mistakes for dignity.
A welfare order that removes all material risk also removes the occasions for choice, effort and consequence that give a life shape. The result is not security but slow erasure: the provided-for citizen shrinks to a set of administered functions, and death becomes merely the final entry in a file.
When a person lives long enough inside forms, categories and official phrasing, that idiom becomes the only language he has for his own feelings and memories. The distortion then becomes invisible to the speaker, so he can no longer describe, or even notice, what he has lost. Reading such a narrator means treating the jargon itself as the symptom.
In an atomized, over-managed society where genuine contact has withered, spying on a neighbour becomes a substitute for relationship: the isolated watcher gets a sense of connection, importance and moral superiority without any risk of reciprocity. Citizens absorb the state's supervisory logic and reproduce it on each other horizontally.