A spatial installation in the exit ramp of the former Glaspalast shortly before demolition: a swarm of flying ideas with slick, shining feathers, collages made of plasticine, paper and foam, at the margins clumps of uncounted plans and projects, unused and crumpled in dark office corners, place of unheard-of and scattered thoughts – richly nourishing plankton, swirling around in the mind, while on the surface the industrious bustle of the multi-tasking crowd runs its course …