The 1st piece I see is a stack of “something’s” on the floor resembling a stack of newspapers, resembling a stack of flat rocks. They are stacks of blank paper, as it turns out, folded and banded together like a pack of newspapers as if to be delivered on a stoop/doorstep or tossed onto a curb for recycling.
Then I see framed Xeroxed prints, on the wall. Copied from book covers and blank sheets. I think it’s about how one arrives at their decision to treasure and protect futile things.
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