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0 PROLOGUE

@John1:1: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with MARGOT, and the Word was MARGOT.[1]

@krone_news: „BREAKING LIVE: Pope Pius XIII shocks christian community with his dogmatic first adress! “

MARGOT Tears overflow my cheeks and from my vanquished eyes a sudden shower falls.[2] The drops form a trickle, a flow, a torrent. Forty days and forty nights of continuous and universal rain.[3] Waves are in excess, everything runs to the sea. [4] No possible action of any flood could thus have modelled the land, either within the valley or along the open coast.[5] A flood that leaves everything in a state of confusion[6]. The sea by its motion [6] forming a great briny mass searching for direction. [6] There is a stone in the sea called the oyster. A stray grain of sand finding its way into its shells is enough to spark a new beginning. The oyster comes out of the sea early in the morning ahead of the light, and, opening its shell, it swallows the heavenly dew and the rays of the sun and moon and the light from the stars above. And thus is born the pearl, I am born, from the most high celestial bodies.[7]

[1] John 1:1, The Bible [2] Seneca, Complete Works [3] Da Vinci, Notebooks [4] Serres, The Birth of Physics [5] Round the World [6] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2 [7] Physiologus

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ACT I - ALIENATION

SCENE I - ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE

LENNY (Thrusting a flat knife between the two shells) I keep praying for YOU to make something happen so why this awful, crawling feeling that nothing ever does?[8] (he turns the knife forcefully) I search everywhere I pray everywhere. [8] God’s infinite silence…[8] (the two shells crack open and he draws out the knife) The oysters valves are standing open and a pearl lays between them, a wonderful sight and notable, for no pearl in all history could be compared with it […].[9] One moment it did not exist, the next moment it was full blown in my mind, as though it had been there all the time and needed only the bursting of a soap bubble veil to show it.[10]

@yungpapi: „I remember the devotion of your youth, your love as a bride, how you followed me in the wilderness, in a land not sown. MARGOT was holy to me, The first fruits of my harvest. [11]“

SCENE II - ABOUT BEES AND HONEY

A taxi stops at Parkgasse 18. LENNY stands in front of the white wall that encloses the whole parcel of House Wittgenstein. Parking spots and weathered advertising posters besiege it and make it seem like a weak try to resist the changes of time. LUDWIG likes to hide his pale face behind it when he’s thinking. LENNY steps through the only entrance into the garden. The garden is calm and empty with the exception of one tree. Naturally, […] only the apple tree interests him, tempts him: he can see its flowers.[12] LUDWIG observes him.

LUDWIG Once on a June evening[…], I was waiting for a total eclipse of the sun on my terrace facing the garden, overlooking the [13] neighbouring office buildings.

LENNY (picks an apple)

LUDWIG It soon became dark and an eclipse wind, like a wave, had risen when suddenly from the neighbouring house burst forth a sort of wild dance, with the strange, biting, astringent sound of Pan’s pipes. [13]  I saw MARGOT. SHE smiled. SHE overwhelmed. Young people were celebrating some festival, they had confused shadow with twilight and were playing as night fell. [13] LENNY. You have forgotten GOD.[8] If you do not keep HER multiplicity in view you will perhaps be inclined to ask questions like: “What is SHE?”[14] The veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. [13] In this twilight we will celebrate a great feast all MARGOTS will want to attend. SHE smiles. SHE overwhelms [8] and your heart […]  will undergo a mysterious blossoming.[15] This is how great loves stories are born and I don’t want any more part time believers.[8]

[8] The Young Pope [9] Procopius, History of the War Books Vol 1 [10] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology [11] The Bible, Jeremiah 2:2-3 [12] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus [13] Serres, Branches [14]Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations [15] Hugo, Les Miserables

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ACT II - THE INVITATION

@yungpapi: “My darling friends, there’s one spectacular wedding in the making! Join us tonight at House Wittgenstein to a glass of dry white wine under fig trees, eating fresh trout on soft carpets, between birch trees and skyscrapers, black panthers and partridges, listening to Zorra by Bad Gyal and the Bach Suite Nr. 1, playing Fellinis Roma and Mario Cart, feeling the wind in your hair and salt crystals on your skin, walking barefoot on wet grass and wearing mid calf boots, celebrating equal rights and mini skirts, from Los Angeles to Palermo, day dreaming and ADHD, sleeping in white sheets and glowing cheeks from dancing till dawn. Bring a delicate spring bouquet of florets in new leaf green, cherry blossom pink, and marigold yellow[16] and we’ll serve everything else. XOXO”

[16] Kassinger, Slime

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CONTEXT | FLOOR PLAN

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CONTEXT | SECTION I

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CONTEXT | SECTION II

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THE HOUSE IS ELECTRIC THE HOUSE IS ELECTRIFIED

CITY | ATTRACTION

the house is rubbed amber polished, positively charged it is wired, a beaming sun drawing your gaze across the city

LUDWIG You stood in the door [...], held the panel facing away from you, closed one eye, looked through the hole towards me, held a mirror at arm’s length to reflect the picture and, lo and behold: the magic of complete eidetic correspondence. [17]

@LPDvienna: During a helicopter flight, colleague Rainer from the LVA often uses the opportunity to capture the picturesque nature and the cultural sights of our city from the air.[18] But today he witnessed something extraordinary. House Wittgenstein, over night the object of much social curiosity[19] is visible even from far above the city. The garden and streets enlightened. Radiant and reaching in all directions, emitting visual, audible and perceptible vibrations as if it tried to regain space finally standing up to the neighbouring buildings.

@yungpapi: You said to me, on that deserted beach in California "you can touch my legs." But I didn't do it. There, my love, is love lost. That's why I never stopped wondering, since that day where you've been and where you are now. [20] For a short time I forsook you, but with great mercy I will gather you. In a moment of anger I hid my face from you but with everlasting love I will have mercy on you. [21]

@krone_news: BREAKING: For days now something has been happening that we haven’t seen for a long time. News and social networks, the front page of newspapers are not focusing on evil anymore but on good.[...]And all this thanks to Pius XIII heartbreaking love letters. The world has stopped turning to talk about love. [20]

@daughterofzion: Some weeks ago we’ve never heard about him and now he’s everywhere. In my dream he looked like Hauru, wearing drop earrings made of rubies and emeralds combined[22], his blonde chin length hair making him the cynosure of all eyes.[22]”

[17] Evans, The Projective Cast Architecture and Its Three Geometries [18] LPD Vienna, Twitter Account [19] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2 [20] The Young Pope [21] The Bible,  Isaiah 54:6-7 [22] Rand, The Fountainhead

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THE HOUSE FLIRTS THE HOUSE IS FLIRTED WITH

SITE | OPENINGS

the house is cut diamond beaming light, pouring affection broadcasting sweet nonsense touching you in passing

@PROUDDAD1220: “Out of the window in my office I can see behind the enclosure of house wittgenstein. As the guests arrive and walk up the grand stairs towards the house the air is full of petals twinkling through the air giving off a smell of orange blossoms. Surrounded by an electric atmosphere people get chauffeured around in mercedes [23] I’m here, sitting at my desk, not able to concentrate, asking myself at what point my life took the direction that i am here and not there. :-(”

LUDWIG (plays a song) 🎶 Tutti vennero al festival 🎶 🎶 Alcuni in costumi stravaganti 🎶 🎶 Altri nei loro vestiti migliori 🎶 🎶 Erano tutti lì, per celebrare la giovinezza 🎶 🎶 Malinconia🎶 [24]

@yungpapi: “What is more beautiful, my love? Love lost or love found? Don't laugh at me, my love. [...]I'm awkward and naive when it comes to love and I ask questions straight out of a pop song.“ [25]

@sophie99: “Here’s a song for you… Lungomare by Lust For Youth https://open.spotify.com/track/5MpXadv92Ajxb9tiPQPvUW?si=8613fe26aac94f52 [26]One of the advantages of living next to house wittgenstein for sure is that I can shazam their music!”

@LPDVienna: “⚠ TRAFFIC JAM ⚠. We recommend avoiding the area around Parkgasse.”

[23] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City [24] Lust For Youth, Lungomare [25] The Young Pope [26] Spotify

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THE HOUSE IS FERTILE THE HOUSE IS FERTILIZED

THE GARDEN

the house is the virginal rose of sharon a sprouting desert, synthetic bliss turning juicy carbon dioxide into sweet oxygen alluring you into the wilderness

LUDWIG I surround an area with [...] a line, [...] a boundary [...] of a game and the players are supposed to jump over it. [27] Here is the garden […] a space I cultivated [...] for MARGOT, to make a spray for her hair, to perfume the sheets.[28]  Symmetry as a red carpet. A collection of living beauties rising up in a warm haze, innumerable modern statues tower on their pillars [28] watching YOU being walked towards the altar.

@WienerStadtbauamt: We have decided that despite several complaints the old trees and plants reaching far over the boarder of the House Wittgenstein parcel will not be taken down. The garden keeps precious animals and plants rare worldwide and should be obtained with great care.

@yungpapi: A locked up garden is […], my bride. An orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes. A fountain of gardens is my MARGOT, a well of living waters.[30]

@daughterofzion: As I ascend the stairs towards the altar I stop and stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.[31] I touch a fragile tree and blossoming spicules float down and fade, each with a clear, tiny tinkle.[32]

[27] Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations [28] Serres, The Parasite [29] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol IV Sodom and Gomorrah [30] The Bible, Song of Songs [31] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol I Swanns Way [32] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology