The slurbs, urban sprawl, and the infinite number, of housing developments of the postwar boom have contributed to the architecture of entropy.
Nature is never finished.
The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.
History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.
Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.
One's mind and the earth are in a constant state of erosion, mental rivers wear away abstract banks, brain waves undermine cliffs of thought, ideas decompose into stones of unknowing, and conceptual crystallizations break apart into deposits of gritty reason.