Architecture is the art of making memories concrete.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

"I write to escape the mirror, but I always end up finding it."

我不想成为神。我想成为人。