performance / 25 min / 2020
Espace Libre, Biel, CH
Bit by bit information falls into the abyss of the chaotic cyber vortex and Turing's grave is a black monolithic speaker, which plays a 4/4 beat, until all the robots have forgotten everything, dance in circles and sing Daisy Daisy.
Planted one day by a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell.
Whether she loves me or loves me not
Sometimes it's hard to tell;
And yet I am longing to share the lot
Of beautiful Daisy Bell.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do,
I'm half crazy all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage,
But you'd look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.