I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes, And all the untilled air between Is private pagus or demesne. Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes I beckon you to fraternize, Beware of rudely crossing it: I have no gun, but I can spit. W.H. Auden, The Birth of Architecture
Collaboration:
Eco Ho Dr. Gabriele Gramelsberger Lasse Scherffig
Supervision:
Prof. Ute Hörner, Prof. Mathias Antlfinger, Prof. Dr. Georg Trogemann
Authors:
Miri Shin
A production of the Academy of Media Arts Cologne.