wonders of the modern age., c/o : Rebecca Priddle.,

within countless sets of four white walls
days pass with increasing monotony
hands of the clocks in never decreasing circles
pass slowly the minutes as they rush into the past
eyes screwed tight to screens
fingers on springs
endlessly recoil from plastic keys
for miles rows of mannequins extend
bleached to scour any garish individuality
whitewashed figures to the left and right
as

far

as

the

eye


can



see...