Here in Nantes, there is a watchtower, set with wide vantage en route to Paris, Poitiers… who’s simple function; was to give warning of invasion, its walls thick and strong to withstand onslaught for long enough that the fire atop might be lit, so to raise the hue and cry.
It has stood vigil for five hundred years on its mound, though now… the line of sight, is grown over by upstart saplings, the walls pulled apart by ivy’s searching fingers, the stairs to the long stolen brassier crumbled, the cry of the watcher – drowned by the passing trucks.
It has been replaced by a higher spyglass, one that circles far above and bears down, sending information to eyeless machines, that use algorithms to seek for malevolent intent… key words that suggest heinous act.
But the digital watcher was derelict in duty and missed the retail invasion that happened… the Danes, the Americans, the Chinese (though not the people of those places) have made us servile, as they have done in all developed states.
IKEA… cheap home products made at huge cost.
McDonalds… salt & sugar-cow & cardboard patties.
中国工厂 factories spewing out pollution… while making throw away stuff.
We are no longer citizens of a nation, but subjects of corporation.
The cries of the dying obscured by mind numbing mall muzak.