If Gropius would build my life, would it still be this rumbled, happy mess?

It's a sad sad reality in which every single time a 3SAT documentation inspires me like that, I am utterly incapable to do something about it. Preferably something BIG, like Gropius. Like Corbusier. Yeah, well, a lost day again, a hard day for my kidneys, which had to stomach all those pain pills, a day which I very much would have liked to use.

I'm walking a very fine path these days. Always a hairs width away from desaster. From hysteria. From panic. Well, I'll be very, very busy for these two weeks. Still a little afraid though, to fall again, hard and very, very deep.

Ever looked at a building built after the war and thought "My God, how could they?!" Ever looked a second time and admitted "... okay, that's really something."? No? Me neither. Until today.