A wooden playpen stands empty save for a single bronze broomstick leaning against its interior railing, its brown patina suggesting age and neglect. Kippenberger transforms these mundane domestic objects into a quietly devastating meditation on isolation and the longing for support, the broom serving as a surrogate companion in the absence of human connection. The work's title — translating roughly as "need for affiliation" — underscores the poignant tension between the childlike enclosure and the solitary, inanimate figure that inhabits it.