Christian Hasucha

Monozelle

A late-forty-year-old in a bright shirt appears on Otto-Platz, pushing a transparent cubicle with curved anterior in front of him. The transport ends at a park bench, on which the slim booth can be set up. The man sits down on the bench, pulls the house-like, acrylic structure closer to him, and uses it as an outsourced office space for the next couple of hours. Every once in a while he talks to curious passers-by through the speaker installed on the side of the capsule. Later he leaves the spot again, together with his cubicle. The day after, the man with the office booth finds himself a...