of work,
of lemmings,
I bet they could set up
rows of a hundred hamster wheels
in front of a cliff!
with lemmings - one
in each wheel, like a cubicle, a
workstation - it would be
perfect. A piece - a performance art
nature installation, these lemmings,
running endlessly
towards that sweet cliff of
desire, of consummation. It
would be like:
- a commentary on modern society,
- how the ceaseless spinning wheels
- we allow ourselves to be harnessed
- into are in the long run, just a slower variation
- on the mass leap of
that certain furrier lower organisms take
at a run, leaping
by instinct.
Meanwhile we sit scratching our heads "why?" - while we sit
running in place, and admiring our view
of the precipice
over which one day we too shall plunge.
But not yet: work,
work to be done.
The wheels
must wheel.
There. Perfect.
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