Wednesday, 17 June 2009
Everywhere, layers of paper. What chance that this building itself is built on layers of paper? That the columns in the cellar and the flights of stairs and the newly painted façades are all made of paper, what chance is there? All around me are layers of paper, not just books, but sheaths and reams and piles of different sized paper. These are non-structural, they do not make the fabric of the building, they are purposed for something else. At the end of the day they are stacked neatly in the corner of the room. At the end of the day, we sleep on them.