Just the other day, during my 4th out of 6 hours of daily scrolling on twitter I mean X, I saw a troubling video I had not seen in a hot second. It was that video of that fuckass robot arm trying to scoop up a bunch of red goop and failing MISERABLY. I would do way, way better.

I thought we invented robots to be good at completing tasks. Take for example, the robots you see when you’re watching How It’s Made at 4 a.m. and they have, those oddly specific and complicated machines for putting the lids on jars. If whoever designed that stupid arm tried to make a machine like that there would be no more jelly.

People have talked of the despair the artwork evokes. They tell tales of images of needless bloodshed and violence in our hyper-industrialized world, and the ever-present surveillance state that watches over and maintains it all. However, the real despair was how fucking terrible the robot arm was at scooping red goop. If I was participating in the surveillance state, I would not want to watch that at all.

As I said before, if it was me in that room, there would be no more art exhibit. I wouldn’t have to randomly see that robot on my twitter I mean X timeline randomly every couple of months. The exhibition would have lasted a day at max. It took 3 years for that stupid robot to finally die. And thank god it did. THAT gave me a huge sense of relief.

And guess what, after all that, there was still red goop on the floor. 3 whole years and there was still red goop on the floor. I said it before, if it was me, it would not have taken 3 years. I can tell you that for sure.

Fuckass robot arm.