What I Believe About Work
I cut bubble wrap in a windowless factory. This is machine work, for metal levers. Human work is me feeding plastic to boxes. A clock set to military time reminds that beyond the walls, the moon makes room for the work of wolves. My levers move. My human parts ache. My stomach craves the freedom to peel the sky rind, quarter the night breeze, and press the dark against the roof of my mouth. All I need is a mouthful, a siren singing famine, and someone to take my tongue caught between its own steel and brown flesh.
Art Credit: Takeshi Kawai
I love the exploration of automation here. Such great work!