Landscape with Figures (1965) by George Tooker (1920-2011)
It’s a trap. They have us boxed in. They’ve taken way our identities. To them we’re all the same. They don’t see us as individuals. We’re cogs in the machine. If one of us breaks down, all they have to do is replace one cog with another. Do you want to live this way?
Literary Fictions 