A City Comprised of Ants

A friend of mine found numerous copies of an odd manifesto taped up in downtown Iowa City. It begins as follows:

This is a city comprised of ants. They are its tenants and its keepers. They crowd the narrow byways between the paving stones with their vehicles in miniature. They rush between the moss that lines their narrow streets in a hurry to arrive somewhere so that they can wish to be somewhere else. They move with frenzied jerks and carry things too big for them to understand. They run to and fro, looking without seeing, hearing without listening, taking without thinking, intent on their appointed tasks. Sacred are the things that do--queen and worker, warrior, nurse--and shamed are those who think.

I've setup a blog in an attempt to track down the person or people behind this fascinating little rant. Check it out to read the rest of this unique little piece of found philosophy.

Any help in my strange quest to talk to the author(s) would be greatly appreciated. And, yes, I've already put enough time into Googling phrases from this piece to be convinced its not anywhere else online--or at least not in Google's search index.