If, as Gaston Bachelard posits, the house shelters daydreaming1, here is such a house that holds such a dream, a once-dilapidated Olympic stadium in St. Moritz (Winter Games, 1924 & 1948), reclaimed as a personal residence by artist Rolf Sachs.
Hoping to be a person upon which nothing is lost, I would love to learn how to drive a bobsled. Here is the full run at St. Moritz, to aid the daydream.
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“If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters daydreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace. Thought and experience are not the only things that sanction human values. The values that belong to daydreaming mark humanity in its depths. Daydreaming has a privilege of auto-valorization. It derives direct pleasure from its own being (The Poetics of Space). ↩