Architecture is Legos. Its houses on the street,
big buildings in the city. Its design. Its your dream and the guidance counselor said
math is important. Architecture tells stories and It looks like music. Its got so many styles.
Its your major and its not sleeping a lot. You told your parents its starting to feel
like the words written on a locker. Architorture. Its subjective. Its a broken will. Its thrilling.
Sometimes it looks like what it means and sometimes it looks like crumpled paper. Its
metaphor and simile. It is ornate and brutal. Its habitable art. Its invention. Its inspiration.
Its mathematics and physics. Its functional and aesthetically pleasing or not. It is simplified
and complex, clear and opaque, abstract because it can be. Its a duck. It is symmetrical and
perfect. It is asymmetrical like you. It is proportions and rules. It is form follows
function or function follows form. Its your new lens for looking at the world. Its the
Fountainhead. Its a small paycheck and a long road to the word you cant use in your title.
Its selling yourself to self-absorbed people and selling your soul to self-absorption.
Its your boss in a publication one week and getting sued the next. Its running an office
and keeping everyone busy – running out of work and letting people go. Its under promising
and overachieving. Its problem solving, drawing, drafting, sketching, model making and changes.
It is construction documents and CYA. Its setbacks, codes, zoning laws, structural,
mechanical, electrical, and AV. Its plans, sections, elevations, and details. It is coordinating
every word and every drawing with every player. Its not about design. Its about 3 expensive
letters. Its your kids dream. Its the translation of an idea like Van Goghs starry night. Its
technology and tools. Edifying, seductive and clean. It is the greatest profession in
the world and the worst business. Its dinner party conversation. Its absurd and perfect.
Its wishing you were a banker. Its what you always wanted to be. Its a myth. Its your
passion. Its here then its gone. Like you. Dust.