Commodity Exchange & Pneumatic Futures Market
The Börse der Geblähten Zungen squats at the seam between the Wohlstandsgürtel and the Marktplatz der Donnerstage like a body too long at the table — bloated, magnificent, and faintly ashamed of itself. Its façade is wrought iron and yellowed glass, the panes warped by decades of heat and pressurized air from within, so that the figures moving behind them appear to ripple and distend. The trading floor is a vast rotunda of polished mahogany and tarnished brass fittings, every surface lacquered t...
Located in Flatulence as Logos: The Pneumatic Language of the Disenfranchised.