#Customs

Customs is the agency that uses a web of over a thousand regulations to inspect both parcels crossing borders and the patience of citizens alike. At the hint of a violation, it swiftly wields bureaucratic musing and mountains of paperwork to hold time hostage, blurring the line between justice and wrongdoing. Citizens begin to fear the variable of an officer’s mood more than the contents of their luggage, likening border clearance to a national-level exam. The tariffs levied in secrecy become invisible chains, anchoring the mirage called global trade. In the name of safety and order, it stands as an ironic sentinel guarding the phantom of borders.