It all starts with a timid smile at the corner of our lips. Eyes meet, bodies bogged down in a heap of desires ; still uncertain. We wander these halls through conventions, blending into the familiar appointed seat; struggling to see beyond the myth of a pre-masticated comfort. We sense the horizon of our forbidden dreams yet we remain still; stunned by the scale of the endeavour. But this is a clean slate. The house is crumbling all around us, its rubbles revealing a growing discomfort within the pit of our consciousness and the truth of our flesh. Our hearts surrender to the painful light of exposed memories. The house is crumbling, but its most sensible foundations stand firm. Time stretches into the promise of our voices; our bodies growing tender in the encounter of our differences. We learn how to make room for the unpredictable materialization of our collective longings. This research is an invitation to question our own affective agency within the public and what we make of it collectively. It aims to relocate the theater space as common good and a malleable ground for a politics of liberatory imagination.