People build walls, making them perfect and then usually interrupting the emptiness by putting images on top. What were you expecting? It always gets filled up by something and something is always in the way.

There’s always another thing that stops you seeing what’s actually there. It blocks what you see. You’re in a hot room and the heat is coming from the floor. It’s coming from everywhere and it’s all around you but you can feel it building underneath your feet. Hot air rises.

The walls are covered in pictures and now it’s hard to take them in because there are so many. Object competition can make you nauseous. The heat doesn’t help and what’s helping the heat doesn’t either. The floor is soft and you begin to imagine you’re sinking into it.

It’s a record of everything that’s happened in the room. Everything that’s walked over it and impressed itself onto its surface. All the excretions, stains, scents, spills, flakes, scratches, burns, skids, scuffs, fluids, ash, dirt, dust and everything that contaminated its emptiness; bacteria, chemicals, mites, spores and lint.

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You can’t see them but you can feel them in the air. Your throat is tight and your eyes are itchy. You can’t stop scratching. It’s still hot in the room. Is that what’s bothering you? Or is it how dirty the floor is? The amount of pictures? You can’t tell but you know you’re agitated.