Henri Lefebvre

Foreword

By Edo Segal

The room I stopped seeing was the one I was sitting in.

Not metaphorically. Literally. During those months of building with Claude, during the sprint to CES, during the twenty days on the road and the transatlantic flight where I wrote a hundred-and-eighty-seven-page draft without standing up — I stopped registering the physical space around me. The chair. The desk. The angle of the light. Whether it was day or night. The room had become irrelevant because the screen had become everything, and the screen was the same screen everywhere. Hotel in Düsseldorf, conference hall in Barcelona, airplane seat over the Atlantic. The space did not matter. Only the conversation with the machine mattered.

Henri Lefebvre would say: that is the most important thing happening