MECHANISED
HEDONISM
It’s lacking. Soul, imagination, humanity.
OK not everywhere but we’ve designed (largely) efficiency-creating zones of mechanised hedonism. Where our every blink has been time and motioned into the lean book of sick sigma.
Toxic environments where grey, beige and frosted glass give us nothing but shivers of incarcerated damnation for 8 hours a day. Be they factory, hospital, office, garage or espresso hut.