Green roofs like this one is what we were learning about in college today. Beautiful, sustainable, wholesome designs like these are what inspire me to become an architect, not the soulless concrete boxes we’re all so used to now. This is the kind of future I want to design. This is the kind of future I want to live in.
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
Do you ever feel it in your lungs when someone leaves town and you can sense that their energy is no longer within reach? And those miles in between are weights in your chest? And it’s not quite like you miss them, but it becomes that much harder to sit up straight.