The one on the left is an ancient cave scratch, perhaps over three, or maybe just two and a half thousand years old. In our minds, it looks like someone entering a labyrinth,
In the middle, not you either; this is, after all, the ad quadratum, ad circulum man we are reminded of to the point of boredom, two Leonardo da Vinci’s collected and brilliantly straightforwardly superimposed representations of that which supposedly ought to normalize us, to mythify us. A perfect („Renaissance”, as taught before high school diploma) symmetry and perfect fit into the circular world, a transparent, simple geomery that effortlessly transforms our human imperfect squareness into a lasting ideal. Next to it, Le Corbusier’s Modulor, a source of countless contemporary ergonomics and design systems. Seemingly taken straight from life, yet somehow one feel less inclined to identify with the stocky, bulky, gesturally precise Modulor than with da Vinci’s finer man.
And on the right? Are you sure it’s not you? Are you able to distinguish yourself effectively from this, in intention, abstract and not anthropomorphic „icon”?
This icon no longer points at anything, reaches for nothing, enters nowhere. It simply exists, standing and absorbing from all sides as it runs.
That’s merely a solid mirage of an endless, immeasurable labyrinth.
It promises endless broadcasting from all sides. And you are right in the middle.
Get your snacks ready. Although the snack market, like the transmission market, will be happy serve you. No need to move.