“And this is the simple truth – that to live is to feel one lost. He who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look around for something to which to cling, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce.”
Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death (1849)
The Mausoleum for the Image is a tomb for a digital persona. It is a labyrinth, made out of its loosely connected fragments. A visitor is invited to enter this space and explore the parts out of which the life of the deceased was made of. Making their way through the labyrinth, one constructs a totality (that perhaps never existed) of the life of the deceased. The mausoleum gives its visitors an opportunity to part from their beloved one, by allowing them to individually reconstruct the random particles of their Image into a real person. Filtered through personal and ephemeral interpretations of the people, the Image is detached from the reality, thus setting the “physical carriers of its iconic concept” free to vanish in the reality.