(The Angel. Because Junkspace is endless, it is never closed… Renovation and restoration were procedures that took place in your absence; now, we’re a witness, a reluctant participant)

(Shopping Paradise. Junkspace knows all your emotions, all your desires. It is the interior of Big Brother’s belly. It preempts people’s sensations)

(Confusion. Junkspace seems an aberration, but it is the essence, the main thing… the product of an encounter between escalator and airconditioning)

(Snacktime. Everywhere in Junkspace there are seating arrangements, ranges of modular chairs, even couches, as if the experience Junkspace offers its consumers is significantly more exhausting than any previous spacial sensation)

(Regurgitator. Junkspace thrives on design, but design dies in Junkspace. There is no form, only proliferation... Regurgitation is the new creativity; instead of creation, we honour, cherish, and embrace manipulation)

(Reflections. To show respect, symmetries are maintained and helplessly exaggerated; ancient building techniques are resurrected and honed to irrelevant shine)

((Stair-)Ways to Heaven. Junkspace is additive, layered, and lightweight, not articulated in different parts but subdivided, quartered the way a carcass is torn apart in individual chunks, severed from a universal condition)

(Dreamtime. Because it cannot be grasped, Junkspace cannot be remembered. It is flamboyant, yet unmemorable, like a screensaver; its refusal to freeze ensures instant amnesia)

(Destination Unknown. An escalator takes you to an invisible destination, facing a provisional vista made of plaster, inspired by forgettable sources)

(Elements. There was once a polemic about the right angle and the straight line; now the ninetieth degree has become one among many. In fact, remnants of former geometries create ever new havoc, offering forlorn nodes of resistance that create unstable eddies in newly opportunistic flows)

(Shopping Squares. If space-junk is the human debris that litters the universe, Junkspace is the residue mankind leaves on the planet. The built product of modernisation is not modern architecture but Junkspace)

All subtitles of Junkspace images are quotes from Rem Koolhaas' essay "Junkspace"