A magenta metronome, transparent, and a demonstration in Berlin against rising rents. This dissociation disappears when the metronome, suddenly alive, becomes empathetic. Its tempo, its seme, is the crowd’s seme. And the mass, with its seme, couples to it as well. A simple metaphor.

On another layer, from outside, the narrator runs through the video with the calm authority of someone who has understood everything and is now explaining it to you, as if you were a child about to fall asleep. He names what you see, confirms what you feel. Power and submission. The narrator does to the viewer exactly what the metronome does to the crowd: a minimal signal organizes a system from within.

…as the masses’ metronome…
…as the metronome’s masses…