Last night's dream*.
"Is it possible that despite our discoveries and advances, despite our culture, religion, and science, we have remained on the surface of life? Is it possible that even this surface, which might still have been something, has been covered with an incredibly tedious material, which makes it look like living-room furniture during the summer vacation?"
–– Rilke
*Peter Greenaway and William Faulkner, just met, and locked in a quiet exchange in a New Orleans coffee house, decide that they will collaborate in an architectural practice. On a sticky-sweet summer morning architecture is redefined over beignets and café au lait. I overhear their agreement from the space behind my heart, and afterward walk with them, in a dream's out-of-place out-of-time gift, about what they will make in their new studio on Pirate's Alley.
Last night's dream*.
"Is it possible that despite our discoveries and advances, despite our culture, religion, and science, we have remained on the surface of life? Is it possible that even this surface, which might still have been something, has been covered with an incredibly tedious material, which makes it look like living-room furniture during the summer vacation?"
–– Rilke
*Peter Greenaway and William Faulkner, just met, and locked in a quiet exchange in a New Orleans coffee house, decide that they will collaborate in an architectural practice. On a sticky-sweet summer morning architecture is redefined over beignets and café au lait. I overhear their agreement from the space behind my heart, and afterward walk with them, in a dream's out-of-place out-of-time gift, about what they will make in their new studio on Pirate's Alley.