Excerpt:
We rehearse production, but only for fun.

H2: Scene One – The Blue Machine Arrives

The pigs gather.
Not to work, but to wonder.
A roller descends from the future, humming bureaucratically.
It smells like efficiency and mild confusion.
Ich schnaufe, also rolle ich.
Progress winks in turquoise.

H3: Dialogue Among the Reclining Swine

Pig 1: Is it art or agriculture?
Pig 2: Same difference.
Pig 3: Maybe it’s a metaphor for bacon.
Pig 4: Shh — metaphors make me itchy.
They nod, philosophically synchronized.
The roller rolls. Nobody moves.

H2: The Oink of Industry

The floor becomes rhythm, the snouts percussion.
Ink meets mud; form meets fatigue.
Each curve of the machine prints a new idea of pig.
Soon the air smells of invention — and lunch.
DADA calls it “Produktionsästhetik”.
We call it rehearsal for nonsense.

H3: Abschlussoink – Rolling Towards Absurdity

When it’s done, nothing’s changed — except everything.
The pigs remain pink, the roller remains blue,
but the world feels slightly more possible.
Art rolls on.
Oink becomes motion.
And in the silence after, the pigs agree:
“This is how revolutions begin — with curiosity and a very good roller.”