freedom in postmodernism is the vast quantity of multiple choices available to the individual. the common denominator in all of them is this: none of them really matters. you can choose any ideology you like, pick up any sexual idendity, work from home or at a company, browse the net for the most obscure piece of information. as long as you keep on consuming and producing, you can follow any of the multiple paths of prefabricated life. the everpresent undercurrent of capitalism renders anything pointless.

like the unlimited variety of products in the supermarkets, any of the available choices is but a plastic, unreal, ultimately empty one. you can pick up any role, but you can be nothing.

the new man is basically weightless. like information. and thus easily transfered and manipulated. subjective is dead - we face the depressing triumph of a new kind of objectivism.

don't bother anymore:
THERE IS NOTHING TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP.