or the fragile ontology of school architecture project

spent countless hours on my desk in the cocoon of the night, disturbless night, unraveling exploring and refining virtual spaces, in the night, listening brian eno albums lol, and it felt amazing. I could have try to become an architect maybe. or maybe that activity is the least of an architecte, more of a child, because it has little stake on the material world,, because it is a game of the mind. anyway, it is powerfull to build spaces on the paper, to give to such small stake images so much thought, so much density, potentiality, and the plan really is something i like. it is an interaction with a piece of paper and some lines that really are not common, one of diving, trusting, care and attention, consideration. also one of fabulation and precariousness in how it exists, but somehow it as a form of absolute, uncompromised blueprint, a youthfull, immature take on control freak space with no porosity with the outside world beside the arbitrary 1 sentence brief that acted as an matrice for existence, a handle to the world, the skin of the project. without which the project can only exist in a too wide hazy realm of substance less forms.