In the Hinterhaus the raid on language continues unabated.

The geography of the interior is a maze of exits re-writing the priorities of traffic and creating liminal systems of courtyards, blind alleys and potential panic traps. This paranoiac geography harbors no genuine threat, just the residual flight or fight rehearsal of the limbic impulse.

A refracting sequence of neglected red brick and cement passages


BURN, RUN, HIDE
Broken open by war. Then abandoned, rebuilt and re-occupied by cottage media industries.

A series of receding frames through which the street and the present recedes.