We are all bodies and through the city we are conjoined. The body is a process, not closed but fluid; a place that changes and evolves, where history and city and lived experience are inscribed, while nutrients, oxygen and thoughts flow in and out. The city too is a process – a thousand million parallel processes – flowing in and out of each other. Like the body the city is constantly reconstructed, bodies and cities define each other.

Monuments create consistency in the fluid city, bathrooms with locked doors maintains the illusion of clean bodiless individuals. It’s sadness and death and crying, it’s not being enough. The tears are a flood and a revolution, something that should be kept locked in the bathroom not to be embarrassing.

The mobile Monument is placed in the fountain at the square at Telefonplan, in the middle of public space. Dragged there every day it constitutes a desperate fountain, a pathetic attempt and a tired protest. It is crying outside the bathroom.