Are there any traces of them?
They are barely there. The traces are within the room. Meaning is carried when entering the room. It depends on the viewer to foresee.
The destruction of memory.
The destruction of judgement.
What about the music?
It is also a broken memory, playing on repeat.
Frank Hauschildt and Fette Sans of Du bist Agatha, ich bin Ulrich installation
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