The Art Faucet

 When I was young, I had to wait for art. I had to set my watch and prepare for the shows I wanted weekly. I had to search the record stores for cool things, search the channels of the radio, and maybe talk with friends who knew something. I had to find books, physically find them. I had to go to libraries and bookstores and use card catalogues and search. 

Even pictures on the wall had to be selected, framed, and placed.

Art is a faucet, now. A water bill is paid to a water company, and the art is available on demand, whenever I turn the switch. I can adjust the dials to get exactly the art and water I desire, as cool or hot as the mood strikes. I can call out to it in a crowded room without lifting g a finger and the water art turns on. I can hang a tv on a mantel and it slides through all the pictures I desire and I never have to choose.

It’s just there, the art, flowing whenever the button is on, and I can dial it however I like, and never have to be patient or tolerate anything I don’t. I open my phone and push the book button, and books appear, and I simply swipe my finger until the dial gives me what I want.

The water art companies are always tracking, to try and put things close at hand that I might want to drink. They are always watching.

When you are in the business of making drops of water, they sell that water very cheap, don’t they?