I want to be a free architect that runs down the window that leads down to the river of passions.

Pretending everything goes right. Pretending that I believe in what I do.

I am anew, I am good.

Illusion as something not that you drown into, but as something you sweat.


I might need your-hand to keep me afloat.

The fact that we don't adhere to capitalist values doesn't mean we do not have dignity.


Moments of wonder/strokes of possibility.


Perhaps, during post-war, inter-war periods, the task was to provide housing under pressing economic conditions. Having the technology and the skills to fulfill the task, doesn't mean we have to apply them in times of abundance.

The attempt to talk about an universal, always applicable method or discourse, pays no attention to the significance of the particular, which is a result of the stupidity of the human incapacity to record every single aspect of the singular, falling into abstraction and editing processes that lead to the illusion of control.

Mathematics avoids singularity, which is the essence of human life (?)

Cage died the year when I was born. Every time I think of him an enormous stream of sympathy and empathy comes to me. This picture makes me smile. He was probably a living example of Looove/transparency.

From here

We get educated at school to be exaggeratedly individualistic.

At the same time, we get told that as architects, we should aim to improve society.

My question is. How can anyone improve society (assuming we can) from an individualistic, formalistic, perspective?

The most beautiful moments I have ever experienced happened in the company of others (I remember painting a mural with a friend in Spain during the summer or waking up in bed, look trough the beautiful window, and hear from the back a whisper saying "let's cuddle"), a part from very special moments of intellectual pleasure, which are those moments when a situation proves some of the conjectures that are twisting in your head. (Heiner Goebbels installation of self playing instruments, which showed me that machines can provoke feelings on the viewers, but with the help of references to humans, such as speech, or culturally learnt musical compositions=emotions...still it made me wonder about the existence of emotions without humans, in a machine world, supposing theres an audience)

All my discourses, all my ever-changing mental architecture, is shaped trough loneliness. All processes of absoption-articulation are usually solitary (such as reading or writing), and processes of assimilation-fixation are usually social or require some sort of interaction (such as making, writing or talking).

Its true that this two moments can either happen in solitary or social conditions, but I like to think what Diamanda Galas said in an interview, that every human being has the need to communicate, and therefore of being social. For her, music is the language she's adopted to channel her messages.

Image from here

social pragmatism/political activism?

Amazon best-sellers list on the 8th of February of 2013

The fucking journey planner was telling me to take the Heathrow Express to Heathrow (£20) when the tube is running at the same time. Tfl is always trying to rip off people.

Is Moongina the solution to all of our problems or my world is empty without you?

"The mutual engagement of human subjects (intersubjective spaces); the interaction of bodies of different scales (intercorporeal spaces); the spaces created through flights of identification and imaginary desire (fantasmal, 'impossible' spaces)"

From Allan Parsons description from the UAL website.

I can't believe that 2013 January it's over. That I'm 21. That I'm starting to be flabby and it's taking me longer to react when people talk to me.