Home is a shelter, an enveloping membrane who guards over the single, the only geometric element one can find in the desert.
The shapless space outdoor pesters people, it attacks them with his animal expressions.
to escape this sidereal desert, people find a refuge in a pure and simple volume: a small barrel vault over a comfortable couch made of precious fabrics.
A primordial fortress moulded on human proportions, the last intimate space.
The only connection with the external reality is the window, an observation point which can be used only when lying down, it permits to observe the time going by.
The man of the future lives on his feet.
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