Dear Stéphane,
I’m finally back home… But what does “back home” mean? Solid ground? You too, for a while, will feel like you’re drowning among men. You’ll be silent and pay attention to everything; you’ll have to make an extra effort to perform the thousand and one gestures of daily life…
But enough of this flight of lyricism, I want to tell you that since our experiment with the Pavilion*, there have been developments. Our plans for the Station reach our expectations and the experimentation program is almost finished. In fact, we’ll soon be in a position to figure out how many steps are required to go from a traditional stationary habitat to our static vehicle model—constantly on the move and yet always already there.
You too will experience this environment where the body recovers its self-propelled potential and reappropriates its own field of mobility—dancing anew, freed from its many cumbersome prostheses. From now on, its habitat is the only prosthesis the body needs: the Station, which also dances in its own orbit…
Good luck and see you soon,
Paige
*Le pavillon de réorganisation des sens, Centre Circa, Montréal, 2003.
