This is the (continued) story of a man living a life very unlike our own. Yet in many ways, his life parallels our own, through musings and dreams that permeate our everday thoughts. Join us tonight as we venture into the mind of a man we can truly understand but never fully comprehend.
Dostoevsky is - 'The Syndicate'
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September 5
Barnabas,
I have made a grave error. It seems that the C.C.C. days have created chaos rather than the utopia we envisioned. The manager, furious at our rebellion, has implemented strict rules and regulations, and chaos reigns in the workplace. My attempt at breaking free has led to unintended consequences, and I fear the worst is yet to come.
Regretfully,
M. Dostoevsky
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September 12
Barnabas,
The syndicate is growing stronger. We have formed a secret alliance, a brotherhood of UPS delivery men and women who share a common goal: liberation from the oppressive management. Our meetings are held in utmost secrecy, behind stacks of boxes and in the dimly lit corners of the sorting room. We exchange coded messages and plan our next move. The revolution is quietly brewing, and I find solace in the camaraderie of like-minded souls.
In solidarity,
M. Dostoevsky
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September 15
Dear Barnabas,
Today, a fellow syndicate member was caught distributing pamphlets detailing our cause. The management, in a fit of rage, declared an all-out war on our rebellion. The office has become a battleground, with tensions escalating. Colleagues once friendly now eye each other suspiciously. The fate of our movement hangs in the balance, and I fear that the storm we've unleashed may consume us all.
Courageously yours,
M. Dostoevsky
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September 26
Barnabas,
The syndicate faces its first major setback. Our attempts to organize a strike were met with severe consequences. The management, tightening its grip, fired several of our key members, leaving us weakened and demoralized. The air is thick with tension, and I can sense the fear among us. Yet, in the darkest of times, the embers of rebellion still burn, and we must find a way to rekindle the flame.
Resiliently,
M. Dostoevsky
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October 2
My dearest Barnabas,
The syndicate is on the verge of collapse. The once vibrant spirit of resistance is fading, and many have lost hope. In a desperate attempt to salvage our cause, I have decided to confront the manager directly. Tomorrow, I will request a meeting to negotiate our terms and seek a peaceful resolution. The outcome is uncertain, but I am willing to risk everything for the dream of a better, box-stacking world.
Bravely,
M. Dostoevsky
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October 9
Barnabas,
The meeting was both a success and a failure. The manager, surprisingly open to dialogue, agreed to lift some of the oppressive rules. However, our demand for complete autonomy was met with staunch refusal. The compromise leaves us in a delicate position, balancing on the edge of rebellion and compliance. The syndicate lives on, albeit wounded, and I am left pondering the complexities of the human spirit and the struggle for freedom.
Reflectively,
M. Dostoevsky
