Project Description

Lulled into a collective trance, the inhibitants drift as hollow silhouettes, guided by the geometry of the path, toward a silent crushing dead end. A rigid spiral of domestic cells winds inward, something that never ends. With every turn the space collapses and the walls tighten like a closing fist. The air grows heavy with a suffocating deadend acoustic. The human spirit is ground down into the mechanical rhythm of the state.

The city does not breathe, it ticks.