The material is not just a skin, it’s the soul of the building.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
一个讲述物品的丢失、毁灭、消失的物品。它不讲述自己。它讲述别人。它会包含它们吗?