I proceeded to sand off the ink from the pages of a contemporary mass circulation magazine (Vogue), referencing the 'chit-chat' and 'tit-bits' of literary forms within the novel. I liked the idea of rendering the magazine into a block, monolithic and inert, the condition of a person succumbed by this state. This sanding process resulted in a fine powdery substance. A miniature 'lunar' landscape has been created from this residue, a barren interior where words and meaning do not belong, a reflection of Reardon's own internal landscape.

It felt appropriate to install this piece in one of the (Pen) museum's cabinets, a space where time is arrested and where very little changes, like the surface of the moon.