Two years ago, I was in the midst of preparing body and mind for a research trip to Germany. One of the many highlights was an extremely short yet transformative trip to the Bauhaus in Dessau. Traveling to this location was a revelation that has informed my research since. I was one of perhaps a dozen visitors ,that particular rainy June day, and the privacy and subsequent lack of staff oversight allowed for much contemplation and exploration, some permitted and much prohibited. My intention is not to describe the details of the trip, but to convey a feeling of being within the halls of this hallowed institution. Simply put, it was melancholic, I felt wistful as I walked the corridors alone. I imagined the life, the energy that once flourished therein, now absent. Sipped coffee while sitting in a Wassily chair in the Bauhaus cafe. Beautiful.