No one now needed to ``feel'' him; no one mistook his front for his back; all his movements were readily ascertained by his neighbours without the slightest strain on their powers of calculation; no one jostled him, or failed to make way for him; his voice was saved the labour of that exhausting utterance by which we colourless Squares and Pentagons are often forced to proclaim our individuality when we move amid a crowd of ignorant Isosceles.
a Pentagon whose name is variously reported from Sophie Wales on Vimeo.
This piece was a part of a colaboration piece from a group workshop. We were all given individual extracts from the novel 'Flatland' by Edwin Abbott to create a colaborative video. The novel revolves around the idea of a society of shapes which your worth is determined by how many sides you possess.
