and to each of these, in turn, are attached from below white labels with texts on both sides. All of the hanging garbage forms, and from the outside looks like, a unique sea in which the viewer can submerge, if he makes the effort to go between these rows, taking in hand the labels and reading the texts written on them. But then he will wind up in yet another sea, this time a verbal one. All of the texts consist of phrases, and not even of phrases but of scraps of them. This is everyday, ordinary noise, pieces of non-individualized speech which could belong to ‘each and every person.’