|Cabbage Field in a Public Space|

I follow a concept like an immigrant in motion, in a public space, on a fancy contest.

I colonize credibility in non-spaces - inside an independent vacuum - however, still a space, a contemplated one.

I manifest pathos in the wrong direction, through a sweat shop.
Cabbages in repetitive actions elaborately aroused, flatness of itemized operations.

Theoretical cabbages. Partly true. Seemingly located. Comfortably de-provoke. Cabbages as one arbitrary choice that is enormously enlarged, inflated, out of proportion, however still prevails in gravity. Deeply.

Hypocrisy of display. Logic without meaning, or meaning just for the sake of itself, as display.

Harmony of expectations; still only in potential.

Noses as hoses for desire.
Buses as an Israeli fetish.
Aquafresh Whitening toothpaste as the American signature.

Cultural clarity that stands in the way of complexity, clarity as an apparatus. Representation as clarity. Only sincerity for the specific.

Complexity after pasteurization, through the manufactured holes.
Not complete denial, but denial. Reduction into one cabbage ball.

Contain yourself.
Only 3 blocks from here.

And then,

There is a toothpaste on a car.
Beyond the calculated amount,
Against the suggested portion.

Only,

Autonomy of function.