CONCEPTUAL YOUTH HOSTEL

I hesitate to begin speaking about this place, because it is not clear whether it exists after it has been described. Actually it isn't clear it has existed anyway, because it is still an imaginary place, I think... This place I mention reluctantly is a zone where experience does not necessarily turn into capital. Perhaps I could call it the domestic space of the foreign; so domestic as to be the region of the singular, unexposed and unopen; but composing and housing an experience of being an alien, being exposed.