I love text films. Maybe someday I’ll make one about all the others. This is a great little piece that explains itself.

Legendary landscape filmmaker James Benning‘s recently built replicas of two historical American cabins (replete with libraries): Ted Kaczynski’s

and Henry David Thoreau’s.

A recent show at the Museum of Contemporary Photography called Crime Unseen, featured Richard Barnes‘ photographs of the Kaczynski’s cabin in custody and of the land it once inhabited. They’re simultaneously haunting and clinical.

How many of those 73 words–the gaps between Kaczynski’s (eventually violent) articulation of his ideas of a technological society gone awry and the allowed lexicon of said society–could be used as tags for these images, these replicas? How many of Thoreau’s words would earn squiggly red feet?