Landslide

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide / Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride / Till I get to the bottom and I see you again. (“Helter Skelter,” The Beatles [1968]) In a world upside down we’re all bruised and torn and muddy. So why preserve a hyper-clean bourgeois surface when in doing so you only accelerate the downfall?

 


 

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STEPHAN GROSS AND JÖRN BIRKHOLZ