Artwork title : A chair at the Jupiter factory

"Truth is like the horizon line: it recedes just as much as you approach it. You can't reach the horizon line. You cannot reach the truth /.../ Not understanding is good; to forget is better than to remember. /.../ Truth is luxury; only those who have an excess of meaning can afford it. But we are not like that. We are beggars of meaning" (A. Šliogeris) Where "Here" is that truth? On old moldy linoleum? Or maybe in rusty metal?.. What is it like?.. Is it understandable to me?.. What was this chair used for? What is that yellow mark on her back for?... Many questions, but not one answer... Silence... I walk in a big hall... people and machines once worked here... Scraps of metal twisted like strands of curly hair, spirals and spirals... dust... and ruins.... I'm "Here" I touch the story, I try to catch it, smell it, touch it, but it is somewhere else... apparently on the "Shlioger's horizon"...