Junkspace and the Forced Consumer Narrative

The epic poetry of Architecture died with Junkspace. The last of the great Modernist shrines have succumbed to the strip mall colonnade. The victory was decisive if not relatively swift. The vulgarity of the Post-modern at the very least identified itself as junk. Junkspace hasn’t the nerve nor the self-reflection. The once supple scrolls of place have crumbled in a sterile, anti-humid, anti-space fluorescent staccato smear. Junkspace is the literary equivalent of a shampoo bottle. Architecture in the service of service. We should supplant the consumer narrative with the narrative narrative - topple the anti-monument. If Junkspace cannot retract, we thin it until it bursts. Junkspace consumes space, space consumes consumer, consumer consumes…