Some artist had my heart, stole into my dreams each night, created renditions of such marvel that I began to believe, the only reason I existed was so that I could witness his artwork.
Waking up each day, grateful to be alive and then...nothing. Staring at my day's to-do list, my year's resolutions and my life goals, and uncertainty hits me - why do it anyway? In the end, I'll just be dust. Nothing to be remembered for unless I erect the 21st century equivalent of the Colosseum. Even … Continue reading The Futility of It All
How are cities made, I wonder? What brings all the dreams, talent and wealth together? What holds them cohesively? How does one build homes worthy of spending lives in, bridges to connect separate lands? I wonder, for I have a bit of an itch and an ache - to build a city of all the … Continue reading What Are Cities Made Of?