There is no site which designates the slightest propriety in the strict sense of the word- ownership: neither seat nor bed nor table out of which the body might constitute itself as the subject (or master) of a space: the center is rejected (painful frustration for Western man, everywhere "furnished" with his armchair, his bed, proprietor of a domestic location.) Uncentered, space is also reversible: you can turn the Shikidai gallery upside down and nothing would happen, except and inconsequential inversion of top and bottom, or right and left: the content is irretrievably dismissed: whether we pass by, cross it, or sit down on the floor (or the ceiling, if you reverse the image), there is nothing to grasp.

Roland Barthes, Empire of Signs