Dear Ducky,
“Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
No animal shall wear clothes. No animal shall sleep in a bed.” George Orwell, Animal Farm, 1945.
Now, I am in the zoo. And you are my keeper. I could have seen it coming, but it went so much faster.
It is the brightness of your eyes, your lenient nature, your sense of purpose. It is the stylishness of
your haircut, the modesty of your wife. Above all it is what you can do that I can’t. You can fly, you
can swim. Except maybe your walking. I can hold something in my hand and walk. I can walk faster
and longer on my two legs than you. Our two-leggedness however, makes you and I enemies, as
written above. But not each other’s.
It is a cliché: man being the displayed animal. I will not elaborate on that. As is, or rather was, the
animal display that is a zoo. As well as my specie’s steps in time that led us here, they are clichés:
➢ Minus 100.000 Homo erectus appears
➢ Minus 50.000 Homo sapiens takes full control
➢ Minus 10.000 Primo Homo Agricola (sic!), farming made us slaves. Classes and class struggle.
➢ Minus 300 ZOO! Such a bourgeois invention.
➢ 0 Authenticity fulfilled: the whole world has become man’s zoo. Of all men. Homo turisticus.
“All tourists are equal. But some tourists are more equal than others.”
➢ Plus 500 The battle between the mammals and the viviparous. You ducks made it!
➢ Plus 4.891 You take such good care of me, Ducky!
Shall we be friends (=enemies) for ever? I love you! I will always love you.
Niko K
“Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
No animal shall wear clothes. No animal shall sleep in a bed.” George Orwell, Animal Farm, 1945.
Now, I am in the zoo. And you are my keeper. I could have seen it coming, but it went so much faster.
It is the brightness of your eyes, your lenient nature, your sense of purpose. It is the stylishness of
your haircut, the modesty of your wife. Above all it is what you can do that I can’t. You can fly, you
can swim. Except maybe your walking. I can hold something in my hand and walk. I can walk faster
and longer on my two legs than you. Our two-leggedness however, makes you and I enemies, as
written above. But not each other’s.
It is a cliché: man being the displayed animal. I will not elaborate on that. As is, or rather was, the
animal display that is a zoo. As well as my specie’s steps in time that led us here, they are clichés:
➢ Minus 100.000 Homo erectus appears
➢ Minus 50.000 Homo sapiens takes full control
➢ Minus 10.000 Primo Homo Agricola (sic!), farming made us slaves. Classes and class struggle.
➢ Minus 300 ZOO! Such a bourgeois invention.
➢ 0 Authenticity fulfilled: the whole world has become man’s zoo. Of all men. Homo turisticus.
“All tourists are equal. But some tourists are more equal than others.”
➢ Plus 500 The battle between the mammals and the viviparous. You ducks made it!
➢ Plus 4.891 You take such good care of me, Ducky!
Shall we be friends (=enemies) for ever? I love you! I will always love you.
Niko K
