The word summons up a winter landscape covered in a wide variety of cheap furniture half-buried beneath the snow. A vision of a future where the last humans are laid to rest in pine flat-pack coffins stacked on the roadsides of silent cities. Doll children remain where they were abandoned. Electric cameras in galleries have been watching works of art for a million years. In this place there are no animals, plants or bacteria. The DNA inside fossils has petrified. Everything is still.
Ikea.
