spatial installation in the exit
ramp of the former Glaspalast
shortly before demolition: a
swarm of flying ideas with slick,
shining feathers, collages made
of plasticine, paper and foam,
at the margins clumps of
uncounted plans and projects,
unused and crumpled in dark
office corners, place of unheard-
of and scattered
thoughts – richly nourishing
plankton, swirling around in
the mind, while on the surface
the industrious bustle of the
multi-tasking crowd runs its
course