The Thuja has it’s place on the cemetery, where those arborvitaes can be seen as signs of hope. In the garden I see it as an optical plague, at least when planted undiscriminatingly as a green wall behind the fence. It forms a barricade and cuts all optical and in consequence social connections between the…

I struggled to find a word for that vending machine (dispenser? automat? crackerjack-box?) – these things were abundant in my youth, filled with cheap, colorant-laden chewing gums. Now they are rare. The fences might grow into a collection. In a certain sense they are the urban, German counterpart for the “no trespassing” signs. Certainly my…