A Piece of Duck - After Human

A Piece of Duck - After Human In this world, there is no miracle of birth. There is only a meaningless cycle of production. One plastic mechanism ejects another, only to disintegrate and become raw material for the next. This is not a ritual or a sacrifice. This is an assembly line. And the newly created piece of duck does not search for a home. Its only path is to fall into the water with other such pieces, filling the world with itself. This is not reproduction. This is accumulation. The mechanical stamping of emptiness.