We move within a closed landscape whose landmarks constantly draw us toward the past. Certain shifting angles, certain receding perspectives, allow us to glimpse original conceptions of space, but this vision remains fragmentary.
Our imaginations, haunted by the old archetypes, have remained far behind the sophistication of the machines.
The man of the cities thinks he has escaped from cosmic reality, but there is no corresponding expansion of his dream life.
A mental disease has swept the planet: banalisation. Everyone is hypnotised by production and conveniences sewage system, elevator, bathroom, washing machine.
Text: Formulary for a New Urbanism by Ivan Chtcheglov