No. 154. Carless Driver. He found himself searching endlessly, obsessively, for constructable images of the leaderless society he deplored being a part of. This search was born of a restlessness he seemed to share with everyone he met, talked to, read or watched online. This week's offering to the oblivion he so reluctantly inhabited was a hammered sheet of aluminum, cut in the shape of a driver without a vehicle. The driver's absurd attentiveness to nothing whatsoever, his concentrated piloting of an entirely imaginary automobile, struck him as both funny and bleak.

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