History likes to remember Icarus as the boy who fell. But when you hear his name the first thing you think about is how he flew. He knew what would happen. Yet he flew anyway. Not because he didn't understand the risk—but because he understood something else. That a life spent on the ground, safe and cautious, watching others soar overhead, was no life at all.
This house is for those who understand the risks of building, yet still look at the sky and say "that's where I belong". It's for those who have the nerve to build wings out of feathers and wax when everyone else is telling you it can't be done.
We want people who would rather fall from a thousand feet than never leave the ground—builders working at the frontier, solving problems with no tutorials and no guarantees.
Applications close March 15th