Hesitation

I'd consider this the most interesting architectural feature of the apartment building I'm currently living in. It's an intersitial space between two fairly nondescript areas; you sense that it is cantilevered out from the structural rigidity of the garage behind you and then one ascends into the living space ahead of you.

 

This is a space of hesitation, where one briefly challenges and questions tectonics. One hesitates to challenge the builder: will I fall, will this bridge fall, does the industrial machine operate correctly? There is supreme disconnect -- or is it synthesis! -- between the solidity of the mass behind you, and the fakery of the mass in front. This is where you question -- you question solidity on the basis of the signifier in front. Colliding signifiers, perhaps.

 

One stands at the precipice of two realms -- the machine and the machine for living. One feels this through tectonic uncertainty. Unplanned architectural thought races through one's mind. Simply put, it is as the building was -- ruthlessly unplanned by any architect.

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