You speak of an imaginary dystopia, imagine what it is like to live in that dystopia, I am Venezuelan and my country is a dystopia every day, abused girls, hungry old people, mothers losing children, domestic animals starving like their owners, once to your relatives more and more thin and struggles, struggles and struggles every day against that which oppresses your soul when you watch the children eating from the garbage cans ... You feed on art to survive ... Sorry to say these things ... You touched a sensitive side of me