Just as one tends to the physical Earth-based architecture of a home or body or relationship, perhaps one can tend to nonphysical architectures—architectures of memory, of aspiration, of inspiration. Perhaps these are some of the many architectures occupying the Sky.

This becomes a very uneven, unsafe balance of power. When you possess no structure, no internal anchor, the power to be your anchor is then deferred to something or someone else—either by you readily giving it away, or by it being forcefully taken.

When two unexpected things are placed next to one another, when dissonance and clashing adds to the vocabulary rather than gets barred from it, the possible permutations become limitless.

I think about the web as a technology for a spider. The body transforms the technology, and the technology transforms the body—a symbiotic relationship between self and web. Self and homeland.

For a moment, I became lost in the experience of witnessing stars ripple across the lake. It was like observing a micro-scale universe, collapsing its timeline to two degrees above singularity.

There is something poetic about needing to rely on the other senses. The smell of burning. The sound of crackling. Cooking becomes a multisensory, embodied process—requiring you to be intimately aware of its nuances and inflections.