After an amazingly unproductive weekend – even for me (my excuses: last week was full of meetings, this week has too much student work that needs marking, some of which is good but much of which is distinctly disappointing) – I'm avoiding everything, and everyone, by looking through vast books of architecture. 1000 x European Architecture – yes, too many blocky, Miesian buildings; but some interesting houses and landscapes.
And I can't help but daydream, endlessly and rather sadly: what if I could afford a house of my own, one built not bought, in a beautiful part of Europe? Say, Barcelona, with a place in Sitges; or a Greek island; or even Zürich. Some place secure, pleasant, inspiring.
But it is improbable that I'll ever have such a thing... I should probably be looking at low-income housing instead. Or nursing homes?...
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