click image to enlarge
this i wanted to do for a long time already: portray the pollution of my hometown's pedestrian zone with plastic surrogates of the old roundabout, blatantly constructed to empty the pockets of parents not able to fight the whining and grouching of their progeny, offering 87 sec of brrrrm or high pitched voices together with some movement.
the newest generation of those one-armed bandits has proximity sensors, puking ring-tone like sounds to attract unblamable kids, assuming that the are degenerated already by having listened to too many strip cartoons.
ok, i admit being ill-tempered today, maybe full-scale pollinosis adding to my fretfulness, but, believe me, those awfully colored plastic monsters encroaching daily life have been a nuisance since quite a while, optically as well as concerning the behaviour of the kids, spoilt by too lenient adults.
Some rights reserved.
