Copenhagen Architecture by Kim Høltermand
Vieux Port Pavilion by Foster + Partners photos by Edmund Sumner
(via homedesigning)
Centre B.I.T. Estudio Campo Baeza
Freezing Point Depression
Imagine that you live on one side of a wall. Your side is freezing. Always winter time. You have shelter, food, and entertainment. But after a while, the cold becomes unbearable. You hear rumors that, on the other side of the wall, the temperature is much warmer, but it is less comfortable then the cold side. At this point, you’re open to anything but the cold. So you build a ladder to scale the wall. Sub zero is finally behind you. However, as you enter the other side of the wall, you find that it is hot. Really hot. With no shelter, entertainment, or food as far as the eye can see.
It might be difficult here, but it’s truly hell elsewhere…
I am, therfore I have success…
Finals today…
I cannot explain… a crazy feeling of loneliness that suddenly emerged after finals. I walked out of the room in excitement that the year was over, but it was immediately met with a strange feeling.of distance. Like everyone I saw was miles and miles away. Furthermore, I was walking with a group of guys then they moved to a bigger group of people and I suddenly really wanted to leave. Like I stood there for 2 seconds and left. When I got to the curb, I looked back and saw all these freshman laughing and having fun together, but I also saw other people my age standing around alone just like me. It felt very uncomfortable, the whole picture of it. I really wanted to go home. I stood around for a minute before busting out my phone. I did walk around and try to talk to some people, but then something even more disorientating happened. I found a sort of close friend and put my hand on his shoulder and said, “man, that final was hard.” He grabbed my hand and pushed me off and said don’t touch me, like a sassy person with attitude. It was a really bad time for that to happen. So i just left. I eventually walked back to playing on my phone. Now I feel super nervous. Like I’m going to spend my summer by myself. But even more, I feel like I’m living the life of Holden, who we just read about in English. A rather depressing fellow who was not popular in my class because of his meanness. I don’t want to identify myself with the fictional character, but I feel like I already do.
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Anonymous asked:
Hi Ryan
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Who dis? >:-(
