On the lower floor of the Museum of Possibilities, Julia found the Inventors’ Tavern. Glasses, food and cups sat alongside pens, sheets of paper and notebooks, screwdrivers, metal parts and wrenches. Around the communal tables, wheels, saws and presses, welders, sewing machines, glass cutters, grinders, pneumatic tools. Metal lamps lit the surface of the tables, the drawings and the gestures. Heads moved into the light when the voices lowered, got closer for a moment, then returned to the darkness. Hands’ gestures described imaginary objects and imaginary tools, other gestures perfected those objects and tools using coffee, wine and conversation.
Julia opened her notebook on the table, Alex pulled a pencil out of the pocket of his jacket, removed the metal cap and traced a light path between the building and the canal. We should extend the building to the other side of the canal, as a bridge. People should be free to cross the building as a passage to other destinations.
Julia pulled the notebook closer and traced black pen marks where the pencil lines were. Alex ordered a glass of Chianti Classico, Julia an apple juice.
We need weather resistant lamps to illuminate the path, everywhere else should remain dark to allow rest to the water and the stone.
A woman sitting a close to them had a few light bulbs on the table, Julia pointed at them and Alex nodded. They were large and apparently delicate, their shapes long, the color of the glass watery and something seemed to move inside them.