The Architecture of Happiness

these can in the end always be traced back to nothing more occult than a failure of empathy, to architects who forgot to pay homage to the quirks of the human mind, who allowed themselves to be seduced by a simplistic vision of who we might be, rather than attending to the labyrinthine reality of who we are.

issue, therefore, is not so much what a national style is as what it could be made to be

The ceiling is the man’s true home, to which he cannot find his way back

Truth lives on in the illusion of Art, and it is from this copy, or after-image, that the original image will once again be restored

Why are we vulnerable, so inconveniently vulnerable, to what the spaces we inhabit are saying?