Yesterday I went to the tate modern with a friend, we saw boxes. Lots of white Boxes
They were kind of interesting and you can find out more here
I’m not entirely sure what they were all about but there was something profound about walking around in a cartoonesque city with lots of impressions of boxes, expressing the space those boxes have taken up in our lives. The ghosts of what has been. The intrigue of what once might have dwelt in those spaces.