What if buildings could heal themselves, be re-made every year like the plants can? Romantic and picturesque ruins would not exist, unless built on purpose. All man-made turns to dust when not taken care of and repaired, rebuilt.
I remember I used to personalize trees, trees above everything else. Never thought of buildings as capable of regret or aching, I've always rather imagined them as the setting of past stories that I'll never access, that no-one will ever reenact.
In short, I lacked this kind of architect-like sensitivity. Now I think I might be able to sympathize:)
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I remember I used to personalize trees, trees above everything else. Never thought of buildings as capable of regret or aching, I've always rather imagined them as the setting of past stories that I'll never access, that no-one will ever reenact.
In short, I lacked this kind of architect-like sensitivity. Now I think I might be able to sympathize:)
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