Journey Inward

The barge, no longer owned by Jabba, sails across the scorched earth, far afield from the earthquakes rattling the coastline. It is part of a fleet of atmospheric transports moving ostensibly towards a music festival, this one heading somewhere else instead.  Its owner, Adam notices it, as he has just put his child to sleep in the forward bunk, and speaks into the atmospheric transport’s console: 你要帶我嗎? Its response: “Name any modern-day festival.  At …

The Party’s Over

  • Are you there, Genevieve?
  • Yes! Yes, Duchess! Finally, you come to me! Soon, they will bury me in a pauper’s grave, as they did you and your sisters. Only now, do you speak to me. But of what?
  • Where you will be, soon enough – Lost.
  • Yes, I am lost already. What of it?
  • You do not follow. We speak to you from a temporary hotel, a experimental coliving space built around the core concepts of Creativity, Communion and Neotribalism. Like any good hotel, the Lost Hotel provides ample opportunity for leisure and revelry, but unlike Outward Bound, the Appalachian Trail or other experiential excursions favored by the Americans, The Lost Hotel offers its clientele membership into the mysteries of its lifetime residents, a society where the secret bestowed is unique to each and every one of our guests. But let us make a guarantee to you: you won’t leave us without one.
  • Transmission received from “The Dutchess”, October 23rd, 2001.

Hotel of Cards

“So the whole caravansary had fallen in like a card house at the disapproval in her eyes.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby 2014, our prologue begins with the 21st century premiere of the Lost Hotel’s latest incarnation within a complex and precarious version of civilization. We set up shop amongst the fakirs, thrillmongers, fools and geniuses of Black Rock City. Through us and …

The Journey Is The Imagination

Genevieve, “Perched atop of a world of one’s own construction, every view is scenic. It’s just what I’ve been saying all along! It’s like that first moment of freedom you exhaled just after exiting the womb? Can you remember, how long did it last for you, in that moment of initial birth? One night? An hour? A few seconds? It was forgotten so quickly, and …