Often times it’s the litte things that makes us think about the morbid, whether squishing cockroaches or learning about burial rites in anthropology class, it’s a dark subject to raise. Ahmed Khaled Towfik’s Utopia definitely makes us wonder whether it’s a subject to be revered or reviled as his protagonist “Alaa” makes a mockery of it by doing anything and everything to make himself feel “alive” by doing all the reckless behaviors. He doesn’t really understand the concept though, as he romanticizes the act/moment by “hunting” people called the Others and saying that suicide is just not dramatic enough to follow through on. I suppose being a Utopian makes him feel invincible, as he hasn’t died yet. It’s especially poignant when he sets the scene of this “utopian” dytopian world he lives in with Wilem Dafoe dying in Platoon above his headboard.
He doesn’t think of trying to kill, but when faced killing chickens, it has become a task of monumental proportions. Though that can be attributed to having not done any manual labor in his life.
He cheapens the value of life, thinking it’s another prize to find. A trophy to hang on the mantle like some moose he’s been hunting for months on end. But I guess people think of humans as the biggest/baddest animals in the hierarchy.
If you look into the Abyss and the Abyss stares back at you?