As a young drone you think the world is big and life in the hive only a passing stage on the ladder of social evolution. At some point, you realise that the positions as royal humanoids are rare. Do you struggle all life long to become part of the swarm or do you prefer to lie lazily in a honeycomb, to lap up the honey and to watch a pretty, haptic emotional porn movie in 3D in which the queen plays the lead as usual? A dramatic swarm analysis.
In his new play, Paul Wiersbinski examines thinking in swarm structures. Usind the example of bees, he writes about life and ambition, about languor and death, about sense and nonsense of everyday life in a bee hive.