Broken rabbits in the sink
That's basically what it's all about, you see.
Talking.
In a world where the technological means of communication at our disposal
is constantly increasing,
both in amount
and efficiency, the need to maintain more ancient means
becomes gradually urgent.
At least the rabbits in the sink seem to appreciate this fact.
Or maybe they don't.
It's hard to tell these days.
The value of direct contact with people increases
as the need for it
drops.
we live in a society that's constantly
speeding up,
gathering momentum, moving...
forwards, towards some collective unknown that looms on the horizon
like some huge, imposing leviathan.
The rabbits are constantly
pouring out of the dark, ominous sky these days,
coming from the elsewhere
to warn us,
but it is no use because we cannot seem to grasp
the message inherent
in their counting.
It is hard to grasp the full impact of the important choices
that apparently face us in the very near
future.
Maybe that's what the rabbits in the sink
are trying to convey.
Or maybe it isn't.
It's hard to tell these days
However, that is not what we're here
to discuss.
While modern means of communication have certainly helped
break down barriers,
new hindrances seem to have materialized
in the process. Mere spoken, and particularly
written communication contains
traps, due to the very simple fact that the amount of data
which can be conveyed
by these forms,
is ultimately limited.
And those infernal rabbits
will never
pause their incessant counting.
Or maybe they will.
It's hard to tell these days.
Poetry by Lalando
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Written on 2009-11-04 at 15:29
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