Inside the building, Anne had made a garden. She had purchased the cavernous block at auction in 1995. The first job had been to remove the office furniture, it was 70’s. Dark wood, mustard, grey, muted. There was a covered carpark area, the chairs, tables, drawers, coat stands, bins and dividers sat dormant for a year while the garden was planted in the block. Earth first, laid on the threadbare carpet. Then seeds were littered, small shrubs bedded, saplings carefully placed. Moss and mould made the concrete walls green. Once the garden was starting to establish itself, she moved the furniture back indoors. Within a few months, with the sunlight streaming through the large windows, the building was alive inside. She lay on the boardroom table, her chin placed on her hands, and stared out on to the city. She smiled.
TEXT: Kenneth was sick of the busy streets, strung out shoppers and stressed sales merchants. He imagined flicking his coat, revealing wings, and flying into the hexacon. He would snug between the angles, wriggle into close comfort. Secure.
TEXT: The Hexadec wall was immense. However, once you chose your individual space, it was small. You selected your slot, climbed in to the restricted individual space and slept. Claustrocomfort, a complete change from the busy free fly day.