The buildings and parking lots in Mauren Brodbeck’s photographs occupy no space in the perceptions of passersby, they are so unimposing that their existence seems almost doubtful. Materially existent, they are so far removed from memory that they, through their reconstruction of a series of perceptions, leave behind a blank canvas, a classical mental blank. Where was I all day today on my way from A to B. Asking these kinds of questions and completely reconstructing the sequence of a day in retrospect went out of style a long time ago. We got used to our perceptions being perforated,