There is no relation that’s not a juxtaposition, no gathering that’s not an assemblage, no object that isn’t the result of bricolage. How do we endure persistent inversions of scale and orientation, as age-old confusions of map and territory become dull and obvious? Things still line up into visions of continuity, at least for some amount of time - as long as it takes for an identity to emerge.
— Nicholas Nauman