What if your house is a Jenga model?
Re-imagining the flexibility of living space.
I woke up from a deep sleep, with the sun blaring in my eyes. Ack! My head was facing the window. I swiveled my head towards the alarm reaching out to hit snooze. After the third snooze, the bed retracts 90 degrees till I’m upright against the back wall. The base of the bed is pressure-sensitive. Stepping onto it triggers the bed to slide towards the front wall. At the same time the door in the wall shifts along its axis to the right to accommodate my trajectory and position.. It stops in front of me within an accuracy of a millimeter. The door slides open, I walk on the heated tiled floor. The surfaces have no specific definition of wall, floor, or ceiling. The toilet folds away into the ground like a cardboard box as the shower opens out. I only make a single step in before the warm water, calibrated to my preference, rains down on my head. The pounding of the water slowly wakes me up and I breathe in the steam building around me. Ten minutes later I’m done and the shower retracts. The cubicles self-cleaning glass folding away to reveal the walk-in closet beyond. Five minutes later I am dressed and ready for the day and the floor moves up to the third floor.
The pandemic did a number on me, as I’m sure it has on everyone else. It’s not only made me re-evaluate my work, career…
