MobiHouse

Like a twisted ribbon turning its back on the game of time and space, it is born of a knot that cannot be tied in the mind, but instead remains open—so that each glance unveils a new conclusion. Here, architecture is a seam between two skins of the world, where light peeks through, shadow hides, and presence finds meaning. The walls are curved—not for beauty, but to deny oppositions: inside and outside, above and below, solitude and observation coexist without borders to divide them. This is not a house—it is the idea of a house. Not to make living possible, but to make us forget where we stand. Time does not pass in this space; it only repeats—each time with a new face, each time from the same point, each time in a restless, directionless, endless spiral.