A wall is seen. A glass jar stands proudly on the floor. A naked man’s lower half is seen, standing over the jar. The stage is set for a most vivid a spectacle. The man leans and squats with grace. His hairy legs and small flacid penis reflected in he glass of the jar, almost screaming in horror at what is about to unfold. Steadily, and with acute precision, does the man lower himself onto the jar. It’s shiny surface slowly disappearing within the cavity of the man’s rectum, a clear metaphor of well intended actions being lost in the proverbial “ass of society”. Struggle becomes real as the anus continues to gobble up the glass, like the super rich gobble up society’s wealth. And like that wealth, all things have a limit. Horror strikes as the glass, such a fine and gentle piece, previously unstained and untainted, can finally take no more abuse. The glass cracks under the pressure of the man’s sphincter, like social security crumbling under the crushing pressure of the pandemic. The last scene is tragic but profound. We all watch in astonishment at the man pulling shards of glass out of his now bleeding rectum. If you could paint an image of the word “regret” that would be it. Curtain falls. We all sit in silence as we process the show we have just witnessed.