Mexico City feels like a forest, roots and green bursting out of every corner, this palimpsest of a city has been, for some time now, devouring itself.

"In neighborhoods where mostly single people live, the tea comes in bags. Beşiktaş is a special case: There, they drink coffee instead.”

Traditionally known as the paper collectors (kağıt toplayıcıları) among other names, the informal recycling workers of Turkey walk four to twenty kilometers a day, pulling their heavy loaded cart to earn their bread out of trash. They form a patchy network, often invisible by circumstance and by design.

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I wake up at 6:09 AM, the 369th of 1440 moments into which we’ve broken the periodicity of darkness and light.

I’m on hold with my bank right now - the MITFCU as it happens. The great thing about being on hold is that I’d rather do anything else, even catch up on some things I’ve been putting off.

Mango ice cream, always already undelivered.

So what then? I read!

I recollect and I hide and I yearn - such are the feelings of flipping through a family album. Who is removed? Who have I obliviated? I forget and I cannot.

Looking into how the portfolio business started, how the university education system has bred the portfolio business, and what reflections we can take away from these agencies.

A detailed description of portfolio agency operations to lay the groundwork for a discussion on the architectural discourse and pedagogy of US universities.

How un-silent interactions change the identities of places.

The shophouse screams “image-type” and “facadism” … so it makes for a good photo series!

The Great Refractor was not simply an observation device, peeking through the crevice of the roof and onto the gleams of distant stars; it was used to measure celestial movements and tell time.

The objects of Beauty and the Beast’s castle are made to serve people. Likewise, buildings are created for human occupancy – without people buildings would not exist. Yet there are millions of buildings across the United States that sit empty, perhaps feeling lonely and longing for the day in which someone walks in their doors to reawaken them with a sense of purpose.

Ice suggests that split second of instability, the shock of almost losing connection to the ground. Or dare say, we slip.

Ephemera can become an external hard drive, storing and preserving moments in time otherwise likely to disappear.

The divisions between labor and leisure are, in my room, one in the same.

“Lonely gloves are the epitome of those who wear them. We are lonely gloves; lonely gloves are us.”

The year this tree was planted, it bore no fruit. It was a wee sapling purchased from a Lowes or Home Depot, most likely of the Brown Turkey variety, selected by my father, a lover of figs.