Things I see every day, in any situation, that look like the countenance of a manufactured life-form. They seem to be everywhere, living their lives free from obstruction by the human race. That is, until we interrupt them for their photograph. Then they, like the celebrities whose teet we diurnally suckle, pose for use, telling us the story of their existence. For one brief second, like Roland Barthes "pose" they embody a few words that can only be transcribed in the poetic prose of their caption. Live long and prosper all ye Robots!