Tuesday, 18 March 2008
emptiness, we are surrounded by emptiness. We are obliged to wear a smile and to submit to the spectacle. We have to subscribe to the available roles and we have to deliver them professionally. We are not suppose to create, we are told to produce. We are naughty children that have to stop playing, imagining. We have no more time for that, we have to work. Work is a serious thing, strange duties and processes for us to specialize in. We are pressure to get into the tunnel to Ant Town. We will follow the path to find our designated small cubicles and we will produce /consume in there.