The First Post

The night is dark,
but not too dark,
save for one light,
the light of my vision.

The night is silent,
but not too empty,
save for one sound,
the sound of my heart.

The night is sad,
but not too melancholy,
save for one joy,
the joy of my solitude.

This place is haunted,
but not too unwelcome,
save for one guest,
the world contained in me.

Often, the architecture which architects dream of are 'clean', devoid of 'foreign' elements and somewhat purged of a past or a future that a place is entitled to. But spaces are meant to be inhabited by us, and along with this human presence comes the stories which make each person a relative, to place and people. Thus, a place is always inhabited by both the things which make us a 'thing' in itself, and the memories and intangibles that make us capable of being 'souls' as well. 'Neat' architecture is not only tedious, it is quite frankly unnecessary.