ABSTRACT

The hospice is the amalgamation of the sacred and the profane. When broken down to its root, we witness the remaining sliver of life in its terminally ill patients that is sacred being sustained by what is profane, the life support machines. As Jeremy Bantham suggests, punishment is never for the victim, rather a spectacle for its audience to witness. If the parasitic relationship between patient and terminal illness is one of punishment, how then might we allow for the staging of the illness for its audience, the residents of Whampoa to see?

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By drawing upon how the profane protects what is sacred in a hospice, the intervention seeks to demystify the hospice typology,  and in doing so, protect the dignity of its occupants and sanctity of its interior whilst outwardly projecting the illness to Whampoa.

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The Terminal’s name is twofold, serving not only as a home for the terminally ill but as a final departure point for patients and public commuters alike through the establishment of a railway network above the Whampoa canal that extends deep into the heart of Whampoa.