architecture
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I am very excited to tell you about my favorite space – The Vessel, a tourist attraction in New York City.
wandering through streets
window shopping up and down
what a luxury
beautiful buildings
young and old, they surround me
cause me to wonder
the golden sun sets
I suppose you think you're very great
Standing there over so many
Other buildings
Even if you are not the tallest
Not anymore
You know,
Pride is dangerous
Men fall
Nations fall
It starts with a thought,
Using the brain to the fullest.
Then a little doodle is sought,
Three StepsI don't want this architecture degree,the $60,000 debt and 90 hour weeksjust so I can get the jobthat will change my life.No.I want the job
Indecision, unwilling to compromise
the slightest change that can make a difference in your life.
We think that the world is going to become foreign
once we stepped onto new grounds.
the Earths depleation
our completion
can't we fix it?
ehh... in a bit
what is stopping us?
hey, don't throw me under the bus
i am a future architect
yet i cant fix it
After all the people leave—
The raucous laughter has died down, goodbyes have been said,
The lights have all gone out, and people have left for some other party—
What happens to a building?
I built a place of brick and stone,
Somewhere to lay my head,
The light shines through the southern face,
A window near my bed.
This place I made shields me from all,
The elements outside.
Wood
The yellow grain encircles
A center once alive
We live within the branches
Milled to modern size
Once just small new seedlings
Placed among the weeds
Now the walls of cities
