He said farming should be industrialized and shouldn’t be in little local communities.
I’m actually on the contrary,
advocating to raze all suburbs
and put everything in art deco skyscrapers.
And have farms deliver straight to the homes.
And have children play with the chickens.
Not this chicken slide from a cam over a highway and to these hives,
children get to play with actual chickens.
Otherwise,
people just sit on a chair all day in a car in traffic.
Tedious.
In a boring age they also make everything look boring, it is too much to handle.
I always liked car rides, felt relaxing, until one came across us out of the blue, driving through the red, suddenly I saw danger everywhere after that.
Traffic jams.
Blame Ford. Making the car democratic.
He should have sold the car with duties,
like
“you will not loiter in circles on highways at random”
or
“aimlessly.”
Even Louis Quatorze would want just cigs and chickens while on the road. Nuggets for his stubby fingers.
There is a consensus and now they want MOR industrial farming with profit because the whole society is telling them this is how it works. They’d like ecological farming as part of it, but they have their doubts.
Meanwhile, lab-grown meat has been on the menu for students at lunchtime. And it’s on its way tomorrow.
So everyone can put their garbage outside now. And wait. In all this pluralism, we can clearly see it’s just an illusion. At this particular spot and nowhere else, is a profit-based system the only way to live?
I’m just sitting here thinking
alone as usual.
—tristitia languorem
Flommist Tristitia Languorem eats tragedy. They have many names but it doesn’t change much the whole premise of the ideals. Antwerp, Belgium is where home is. It’s time for a fresh start. Copyright © 2019 Tristitia Languorem. Image Depero (cropped).
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