If We Forget What Used To Be,

I Was Probably The First Kid In My High School To Go To Yale. I Applied Almost As A Lark. Then, When I Got There, I Was The Dumbest Person In Your Class.

You Couldn't Put Me In A Social Group Setting. I'm Probably A Terrible Anarchist Deep Down.

I Really Enjoyed Hanging Out With Some Of The Teachers. This One Chemistry Teacher, She Liked Hanging Out. I Liked Making Explosives. We Would Stay After School And Blow Things Up.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

Architecture Is Like A Mythical Fantastic. It Has To Be Experienced. It Can't Be Described. We Can Draw It Up And We Can Make Models Of It, But It Can Only Be Experienced As A Complete Whole.