Architectural studies, hurricane house

Climate Change and Sustainability Hurricane House Proposal

this picture makes me breathe heavily and feel excited in my stomach. i'm not sure why.

i don't know

i don't know.

i feel like i'm missing something, maybe.

is this teenage angst caught in a cryogenic freezer?

it could be.

maybe i need punk rock to save me.

maybe i need to make the world.

maybe i need to just go outside in the sharp clear cold and breathe, lightly at first, and then with growing conviction and strength, until i am breathing in everything that exists, even the things that i can't see and more than ever, i maybe will know that's it ok not to know.

war

i always thought when i was little, if ever faced with the notion of being forced to kill another person in the name of conflict, i would simply run away.

i would see myself running from above, a zoomed-out satellite photo.

i would see where i was currently, the war zone, and i would see where i could run to.

it is just a greenish mass, the place where i would go. it is nondescript and has no features which specify it as being a place of sanctity. it is the same as any other place, just somewhere different.

everything seems possible in my head, every place is exciting and insane and profound.

at some point, i realized that there might not be a place to run to. there might be someone waiting for you there who wants to kill you, or maybe a land mine along the way. these notions of safety and danger are illusions constructed by minds seeking to influence others with abstractions that have no real meaning when you occupy your own body in a given place.

if i don't like something, i can always run away. this is important to remember. there is no such thing as guaranteed safety, or comfort, or happiness. the important idea is that change should always be an option, for any human, in any circumstances.
if you are living a life that is not worth living, and you can't physically move yourself away from this terrible place, you die.
death is different than life. one must take solace in this fact.

none of this is true. we have a vast number of examples throughout human history that prove otherwise. torture happens. imprisonment happens. isolation happens. small children sometimes get lost. there is not always an escape.

i think that we should, as humans, have a choice, a built-in mechanism that allows us to check out of the giant hotel that is our brain. no continental breakfast, no room service fees, just the option to walk out at any given time.

the burden of the brain is often too much to bear. we should have a choice.

cut corner

sometimes, people get cuts in the corners of their mouths.

these cuts are very difficult to heal; one must exercise control in these situations, especially when it comes to eating and speaking.

it must be so that a scab is formed, which allows the cut to heal.

the scab is opened, however, when the mouth is opened to a certain point.

we must say that it's possible, then, that these sort of cuts never actually heal.

it's also possible that, each time a person suffers a cut corner on their mouth, their mouth becomes larger.

maybe this is an issue that needs to be addressed in the ongoing fight against obesity in our country.

we must develop a cream specially formulated to heal corner cuts. there is no time to waste!