“Art” #SoCS @LindaGHill
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I popped some “Art” in the cart, and headed for the checkout.
Self-service, I think.
Brought my own bag? – yup!
15 items or less? -yup!
Each one is a carrot.
I pop 15 carrots into my bag.
Each one weighs approximately the same as my 15 pieces of “Art”.
I pay – cash.
Not going to be traced by using plastic.
I am in disguise, too.
Nobody notices a white, middle-aged, well-dressed, politely-spoken nobody.
Nobody.
I pop my “Carrots” into the back of my ‘invisible’ van, and drive to the warehouse.
My “Art” is quickly offloaded and carefully packed in recyclable plastic and bubble-wrap. All 15 items (counted once more) are then placed inside a hollow suitcase (empty) and this is taken to a locker at Paddington Station. Placed inside the locker, the suitcase is left for over a hundred years without any disturbance. The key to the locker is posted (2nd class) to an address in Singapore that doesn’t exist.
One hundred years later, Paddington Station is subject to an explosive device that blows the door off of a single locker. Not the one that the suitcase is in; but, for the look of things, all the lockers are removed to be melted down for the war effort – there wasn’t a war, but it’s best to be prepared.
The 15 “Carrots” are discovered by a labourer who was labouring under the misapprehension that he was not going to discover* a life-changing discovery.
He did, and it did.
The “Art” was returned to its owner – the State.
All in all – it had been a pointless exercise.
Art for Art’s Sake.
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*is where my self-regulating 10-minutes ran out.
G:)
