mining the aphids

on a run today here in Corvallis where I’m surrounded by engineers and computer scientists — people who have not chosen the aesthetic life — it occurred to me that it wont be long before the artists of the world are kept for the entertainment of the technophiles. A relationship like the ant who tends aphids, pulling sweet nectar from their bodies. A sad world where art is a consumer product to be hung on walls of people who don’t understand the work but do understand status. We can’t let this happen.

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