The white upholstered leather grid with small buttons stretches to the horizon under a summer evening sky. People lie around everywhere, sleeping or working tirelessly. Private living and working compartments are embedded in the upholstered floor like little mistakes in the grid. Some of the incessantly busy people hang over one of the compartments and rummage through files or copulate. Others are lying on giant interfaces where they are constantly recording - processing - forwarding information. A few drunken business people are wandering past a laughter yoga group in irritation. Here and there you see craftsmen breaking out padded grid elements to insert a box when storage space has been requested. They are the only ones you can say with certainty that they are working, because who knows whether the others are architects or madmen, artists, day thieves, prostitutes, salesmen, fraudsters or lawyers?
At irregular intervals, high curtains made of yellowish-transparent PVC strips divide the vastness into graspable spatial segments. The endless plane is broken down into a multidimensional web. An open network of communities and identities forces people to give up their privacy. Everything remains accessible to everyone once you force yourself through the curtains into another identity, as if through the skins of an onion.
The ‘Arbeitslager’ (labour camp) is a section of this world; its prototype, so to speak. Sofa landscape, open-plan office and flooring at the same time. File folders, reference books and hanging files are tucked away in the compartments, while people lounge on the upholstery with glasses of champagne and browse animatedly through the information on offer. There is no longer any differentiation between work and leisure. Company emails are answered on holiday, friend requests in the office. A diffuse state between ideal reality and loss of control. The programmed self-abandonment is solely due to its technical realisability. They are protagonists of an undifferentiable level of social existence; trapped in a snapshot between domestical comfort, exhausting self-expression and back-breaking labour.
