I’m only trying to understand the world we live in.
Before you outgrow them.
When I put it back together, I’ll leave out the pieces I never liked.
If I ever create architecture, I want it to perform like that.
Reminds me of a dream I had years ago, where I rested on a cloud as the wind swept through my hair, and above me a mirrored world swirled on another misty canvas, pine trees dotting an ephemeral mountain range while spinning like tops.
Progress can’t be made if rules aren’t broken.
You’re working too hard,
Constructing a fantasy,
To forget the world.
The most challenging three weeks of my academic journey lie ahead. I’ve failed to resolve the issue I had with registration last semester, preventing me from registering for this semester, and yet I’m still attending the classes I should be. While my work for studio has been some of the best I’ve produced so far, it’s only because I drown in it to run away from a world I’m letting fall apart. I can’t look my father in the face and tell him about the loan we need to take out so I can continue my studies, not when just a few months ago he was elated after receiving the job that would allow him to begin to pay off all his prior debt.