The weight of standing on your feet all day, clutching a bunch of crumbled papers they so meticulously numbered from "AD-270" to "ZX-740"; and your information written on them time after time, only to be told that what you prepared is insufficient and you need to go through the pain all over again. That is the essence of paperwork, that is the true core of bureaucracy. It's an enemy to comfort, and an ally to muscular spasms. It lives, so it can organize; and it lives, so it can feed on the will to live.