Jason Wee
I’m staring at the mass of bodies, intoxicated both with drink and each other, a chimera of drunken limbs and lolling heads in Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s The Wine (c. 1565–68). I think of Japanese honeybees, how they defend against a hornet by swarming it and vibrating the invader to death, except in this case the crowd loves the sting. Is this how the public always appears, as a cautionary tale, as a warning to itself?
