In an attempt to catch up with the Koepi site's activities over the past two months, I offer the following exercise in associated words:
empty a tin
empty a bottle
empty yourself
park your butt here
park your art parasite
park its unwanted detritus when you leave
leave your tools here over winter
leave your dreams and desires writ large
deposit your hours here - in their hundreds each week
deposit unserviceable furniture and construction scraps - from white van to land
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The site has become increasingly used as a dumping ground. Yet with every layer of new material it mimics its oldest neighbour. Cold storage once defined the Ice Fabrik that stands to the sites western side. The Brache as a self generating archive of excrement, paint, sand, barbed wire, bottles and botanical specimins.
Clara Stein and I sit on the roof and wonder - at what stage is the countdown clock to this sites final entry?