Beneath the Wheels
“Love and work … work and love, that’s all there is.”
“Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God”
“…much will be gained if we succeed in transforming your hysterical misery
into common unhappiness.”
This drawing is of a opera-like set, a crumbling ruin of an office, for the penultimate scene of another Dammerung—doom, destiny (or simply dusk?) for gods or idols Or just people, losing both work and love, settling for common unhappiness.
The arm, a corporate deus ex machina, a prosthetic god exercising its fiduciary duty, lift the idler wheel. Idle = idol, idle = layoff, get it?
Then there is the rodent exercise wheel, the cliché symbol of futile effort, stopped as much by “work” and “love” facing opposite ways as it is by the above mentioned arm.
“Everything is contradictory, everything tangential;
there are no certainties anywhere.”
“What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.”
“I’ve been able to work for so long because I think next time,
I’ll make something good.”