The Democratic Republic of the Mind is one individual’s attempt to organize his life by dividing his existence into manageable pieces, administered by elected officials and bureaucrats.
Why?
The man – that is, the nation (cf. country), is a lazy individual named Faelan. Faelan is a writer and works in advertising. Faelan really needs to get his shit together, as his father can attest. As a hobby, he studies ancient Rome, and especially her government. Fascinated by the way governments work and develop, he often dedicates his time to micronation projects to the detriment of his ‘real life’ obligations.
Poor little guy can’t even control how much alcohol he takes in at the bar with friends or keep his wallet closed when he finds a 3-piece vintage suit for a mere $350 + shipping from the U.K. and rent’s due tomorrow.
And how boring to write up a schedule for the gym, budget his paycheck etc., and then have to refer to it daily. Enslaved to a page-a-day for the rest of his life??
Much better instead to divide his mind into departments, his initiative into magistrates, and his actions into agencies. After all, no ship runs so tight as a nice, clean, efficient government, right? Worked for Soviet Russia…
Now, it gets a little odd when, occasionally, some of the administration is turned over to non-resident citizens. Figure that one out.
