In the deep recesses of the mind I ramble,
And linger in the labyrinth of despair.
I soar for moments at long, on the wings of reason,
Sometimes even on the crest of creation.

For Meaning I search, for purpose,
Perhaps even for truth and conviction.
And in search of them, like them I wander,
Like ghosts among the living.

Doing architecture.

'd like to think I have few pretensions to what I am
Or what I can be.
I'm in this .... this joyous:depressing,stimulating:tiring, simple:esoteric, heavily intellectual:dumb, creative:painful realm called architecture.For me each moment in that realm is a continual reminder of the dichotomy - the mind numbing complexity - in myself,in life,and in the world around.
I'm lost in here and trying to find my way....but not out.
Its a pain in the ass you cant live without.To put it slightly more eloquently it gives me a way to look at the world, to order it, to understand/fight/hate/love/theorize/ it.

I enjoy its dichotomous nature not because I am brilliantly talented, but because I am so not.
Not because I can understand but because I can't.
I don't know where I'm heading...but I'm on my way.

I may not be among those whose names are inscribed on the sacred walls of architecture for all eternity- hell! not not even close, but perhaps after a life's work...perhaps I might be the wind that blew across its portals for a fraction of a second.

That in the end I think, might be more than enough.