The clown in this video rocks to and fro in a never-ending loop, trapped inside its box. The toy’s movements are slowed and appear infinitely laboured. Again and again it musters the energy to stand up, yet each new effort already foreshadows the next fall. It is damned to endless motion, endless hardship, its head hitting the wall over and over again as the sound of giant bells booms in the background. The walls of the clown’s prison at first look bright and colourful, but closer inspection reveals the coloured objects to be shotgun cartridges, designed not to amuse but to kill. The fact that the clown is only a toy is of no consolation: not even the safety of childhood remains, but is swallowed up by the endless futility.