At a distance, the windmill that pierced the side of Jacob's  tête  (allowing insertion of the BeeTV) rotates lonely, extracting  eau  from a well. Here Art (or Bad Science, as it is known among Scientists Who Know) has degenerated, and become Technology, doing useful everyday work here in the  désert , dragging up  eau  out of the  sol . But you can still feel the glimmer of Uselessness in it, which attracts your  yeux , your  coeur , your idle  âme  in search of either Ethical Encouragement or, more simply, a few moments of relaxation from the daily killing.     Alors n'emportant avec moi que la télévision des abeilles et mes pensés, je me suis enfoncé dans le désert.