The Prince of Stories

A house for Lou Reed on Ganymede.

All architecture resides between the two polar conditions of science and fiction as a provocation of a possible future.

I’ve been set free and I’ve been bound
To the memories of yesterday’s clouds
I’ve been set free and I’ve been bound
And now I’m set free
I’m set free
I’m set free to find a new illusion
I’ve been blinded but
Now I can see
What in the world has happened to me
The prince of stories who walk right by me
And now I’m set free
I’m set free
I’m set free to find a new illusion
I’ve been set free and I’ve been bound
Let me tell you people
What I found
I saw my head laughing
Rolling on the ground
And now I’m set free
I’m set free
I’m set free to find a new illusion