Nothing

Marcel Duchamp sets a urinal on fire – a flame without temperature. Mustaches bang their heads against the frames of standards until those frames laugh at seriousness. A bicycle wheel spins without direction, while reality crumbles like dust upon forgotten ideas. From the shadow of marble rises David. He kicks the urinal – not out of hatred, but because formless thoughts are denied recognition. The urinal flies into the Hemisphere of Rotation, where there is neither top nor bottom – only ideas that refuse to become objects.