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and fax her concept out to their
next phase,
she makes our livingтАФand
your living, too.
Near twilight, I osmose from
room to room
feeling vague, enzymatic lust for her
but wait, and clean, and prepensely
consume
my supper in the leavings of our birr.
And then she stumbles, blinking,
into night
and we opaque the walls to
greenhouse light.
I was happy, Henry recalled. I thought I was just getting by, using my garden as a substitute for living in
nature, living by nature. But I was truly happy on the span. Somehow, nature came to me there.
Sex was never NellтАЩs strong point. She was awkward and seemed perpetually inexperienced, but she
was passionate and thoughtful. Her sexuality was as well-formed, balanced, and beautiful as her
buildings. But it lacked something. That something was, of course, what Nell put into her work, Henry
knew. Artless ardor. Novelty and insight. The secret ingredient of genius.

Yet Henry did not mind. For she loved him, he knew, and respected his work, his long silences, his
gazing off into nowhere, his sometimes childish glee at what must have appeared to her to be nothing at
all.

And so they lived and grew together during the making of the Lakebridge Edifice. Or perhaps I grew
around Nell, Henry later considered, like wisteria around wrought iron. Nell didnтАЩt change, but she was
good support and did not mind being covered over in spots.

From: Living on the Moon
An Essay Concerning Lunar Architectural Possibilities
by Nell Branigan

So what does this tell us about a lunar architecture? Only that space and form still apply to our
constructions because humansstill apply. The moon is perhaps one of the oldest constants in the
making of this feeling of being alive that all art expresses. Women know this quite literally, but
men know it just as well in a hundred biological rhythms that go back to our animal experience of
the rise and fall of the EarthтАЩs tide.
Yet we will no longer be down on Earth, looking up at the moon. We will be on the moon, looking
up at the Earth. The old movements and spaces will not apply. Or rather, they will not apply in the
same ways. I imagine that this disruption of feeling will be far more upsetting to people than the
change in gravity or the physical necessities of existence on the lunar surface.

I conceive of a lunar architecture that would mitigate this disruption and yet, if it were possible,
provide us withnewforms and spaces to reflect our new relationship with the mother planet. Like a
child who has left the nest, lunar architecture must look back with fondness, but forward with
imagination and resolve.

What are the actualities of such an architecture? What sorts of cities ought we to build on the
moon?