I am one of millions who do not fit in,
who have no home, no family,
no doctrine, nor firm place to call my own,
no known beginning or end.
I know only moments, and lifetimes that are as moments,
and forms that appear with infinite strength, then ‘melt into air’.
I am an architect, a constructor of worlds,
a sensualist who worships the flesh, the melody, a silhouette against the darkening sky.
I cannot know your name. Nor can you know mine.
Lebbeus Woods, Manifesto 1993
The swing my father set up in our garden, one of the few happy memories of my childhood.
Flying high in the sky.
Bright blue, immaculate white, green leaves the only colours, the light and the air and no sorrows, no boundaries.