We are like the birds. We adapt. We sing.

I wanted to be a secret agent and an astronaut, preferably at the same time.

Well, Marx is having a comeback. I hear him mentioned a lot in terms of the global financial situation and the general sense of injustice out there. A lot of economic experts in America refer to him without actually using the M word, but he's around.

To some extent I happily don't know what I'm doing. I feel that it's an artist's responsibility to trust that.

Architecture theory is very interesting.

I have trouble imagining what I could do that's beyond the practicality of what I can do.

Maybe this is all a bit of a myth, a willful desire to give each place its own unique aura. But doesn't any collective belief eventually become a kind of truth? If enough people act as if something is true, isn't it indeed "true," not objectively, but in the sense that it will determine how they will behave? The myth of unique urban character and unique sensibilities in different cities exists because we want it to exist.