Armitage Shanks has a theory. Armitage Shanks has one belief. He believes that he should have been born a building.
“She stood there towering in front of me my head stretched back as far as it could, to catch a glimpse of her personality. Everything about her, her stance, her gestures, functioned as if she were a building of refuge and her smile, her talk was that of a lighthouse, its fog-horn guiding those close by to her protective embrace. I was only five and she was to me, one of the Seven Wonders of the World…
…Ahead it rose like the Tower of Babel reaching skywards with each awkard stride of a lanky teens run. It was like coming home. Some unexplainable bond forming as I ran though the ruins of the outhouses attached to her side. The echos of the others like pestering flees in my ear as I flung open each door, closet and shutter getting to the know the personality of the building, the lighthouse. I was five years of age all over again standing at her base head stretched back in awe wanting to throw my armas around her. A child to its mothers leg. Protection. Connection. Belonging.”
His belief is the montrous condition. His belief is what differs in some odd way from what is usual or the norm. He is the closet that contains the masks that ones wear. The place of hiding and constructing ones own identity. Armitage Shanks is a microcosm for Queer Space. A space that creates itself in darkness, in the obsecene, in the hidden.