Friday, 29 January 2010
She had this uncanny way of making him feel so, so small.
Trapped by the tawny palette, he struggled through yet another brown knit scarf.
It became their routine. And so the evenings stretched out before him: still, gray, and gravel-strewn.
Is this what it means to live in a designed world? RIBA London is howling with laughter this morning.