Silent Room
Space is provided for sixteen people. The chairs are arranged like soldiers in an army, aligned in perfect formation. No gaze can cross another, no subtle gestures can be exchanged. It is the epitome of efficiency, of controlled space. The massage chairs, each tilted at the same angle, are like small islands of tranquility, each of us immersed in our own world of
thoughts,         expectations. 
A partition to my left is the right partition of my front man, and if I follow the straight gaze forward, I see the left wall of the person in front of my neighbor. Our booths, which seem to amplify our silence         or the echo of isolation itself resonates within them.

Interior
The home is best kept free from external influences. For the sake of cleanliness and because one wants to escape the outside world. We bring it in through our skin and clothes and through food. Everything else is kept out by doors, windows, and walls. Only I myself am still a host for the dirt I bring in through the barriers. That's why shoes are removed as soon as possible, skin is washed, trash is taken out, toilets are flushed, and clothes are washed at           regular intervals.