"Dump" by Christoph Büchel
Underneath this mound, which reaches back another ten or fifteen metres, is a warren of cubby holes: living spaces; a chapel; schoolroom; communications space; autogarage; dining hall. Past, present and future are collapsed inside the dump. The past, because the entire structure is composed of the discarded; present, because there are people who already live like this; and future, because there is a dystopian, prophetic feel about the schoolroom amidst the rubbish, or the thousdands of pages of books that have to be painstakingly stuck back together with leftover clag, as these are the only available printed materials left after some unnamed apocalypse, and become valuable where once they might have been merely pulp. Entry is via the corrugated tunnel you can see in this image. Palais de Tokyo.