The imagine of factory (industry and frustration)
Accepting the reality that is repeated
speaks of the power and vitality
of the experience of disappointment
What a lost image! What a brilliant showcase of the hopes of the future on the ruins of the past. I say the image of the industry and its structures all over this earth, which has subjugated our entire existence, from small to large. A semicolon that cannot be continued or left alone. How lucky we are!
We cannot close our eyes and be silent, nor can we accept understanding. Interwoven layers that have gone far. A vague mechanism that, while making living impossible, also makes our living possible. Living disillusioned with tomorrow and immersed in spending the present moment. An image that has defined the intersection of workers and consumers. One has bread pain and beats the drum of growth, and the other consumes as much as possible until it ends. This never-ending cycle continues, and I sit in front of it each time looking for an explanation that doesn’t lead to a semicolon.