Spire of the Sub Rosa: Archive of Pawned Memories… and Political Secrets
The clamour ceased as I walked onto the stage. Before I unveil myself, through silence, I grasp in the echo’s distant range. The nocturnal darkness with a thousand binoculars is focused onto me. This time, expel me, free me, I implore. I am alone, all sinks in phariseeism.
Spire of the Sub Rosa pervades the clean slate of Alphaville with the (un)natural scent of politics - secrets and hypocrisies as the by-products of technology advancement. In here, privacy is no longer private, where the pawned hypocrisies are constantly being surveilled through apertures. Slight paranoia is injected into the architecture through the conical spire which makes common-sense consensus nearly impossible. The architecture is a play between privacy, transparency and surveillance, the prelude to a kind of inquisition, where the politicians unconsciously walk themselves into an ante-chamber of a permanent lynching.
