Silo Fever...

Beefmasters of containment. All the silent elevator rides, the cellular crutches, all the crowds, all the brushing shoulders, the cars on the roads, the anonymous bruises, all the missed opportunities. When does the illusion of a privileged privacy stop? At what point do we stop buffering ourselves from life on earth with numbing repetitions, and how does that process begin? You think, take a risk! But I am reminded of the tentative rat I saw the other day, who took a risk by slowly crossing the street and was then slowly flattened by a passing SUV. Don't bet against fear and laziness. Or do. At your own private risk.

(More Bernd and Hilla Becher silos and towers here)