The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.
Objects in a park suggest static repose rather than any ongoing dialectic. Parks are finished landscapes for finished art .
Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.
The memory of what is not may be better than the amnesia of what is.
Establish enigmas, not explanations.
History is representational, while time is abstract; both of these artifices may be found in museums, where they span everybody's own vacancy