Excerpt:
One of us holds the other — nobody knows which.

H2: Scene 1 – The Green Confession

Bottle stands tall, pretending to be serious.
Pig leans in, pretending not to notice.
They share a colourless conversation:
fermentation meets fascination.
Ich bin der Durst der Dinge,
sagt das Schwein mit Blick auf Glas.

H3: The Snout Reflects in Glass

Inside the bottle: echo of oink.
Outside the pig: reflection of maybe.
The line between them shimmers —
like logic trying to sober up.
Is the bottle full of spirit or self-portrait?
Dada refuses to label it.

H2: Dialogue Between Container and Contained

Bottle: You magnify me.
Pig: You distort me.
Bottle: We’re both transparent.
Pig: But only one of us pretends to be empty.
Together they invent metaphysical recycling.

H3: Abschlussoink – Distilled Illusion

Colour hums in strange intoxication.
Pink and green toast to mutual confusion.
In this glass of being,
we all take turns being inside and outside.
Art clinks softly.
Dada drinks first.