A young man attempts the ritual culling of the scarecrow he’s become. He read about it in a book. He hopes a public self-immolation will burn away all the parts of him he hates. His midwinter question: can one still be an effigy if they set themselves alight?
Performed at The Glove as part of The Exponential Festival, January 22th, 2018.
“When, in due course, clocks became common, people would think of time no longer as a flowing stream but as an accumulation of discrete measured moments. The sovereign time that governed daily lives would no longer be the sunlight’s smooth-flowing elastic cycles. Mechanized time would no longer flow. The tick-tock of the clock’s escapement would become the voice of time.”
Daniel J. Boorstin, The Discoverers: A History of Man’s Search to Know His World and Himself