i want to be pure

i was going through my bookshelf when i came across a book called: "students' dormitories and homes for the aged" by max fengler. published in 1964 this book does show it's age, but it also shows the great architecture, a simplistic approach to pure functionalist design.

one word describes this book

pure

i would like to have the same approach to my design, the same simplicity in my life. i am the architect of my destiny.. in more ways than one.

i hoped that i could just look for those principles that those heroic architects used, those spaces seem so complete, but then i realized that those spaces don't work now, here, in my time.

times have changed.

people aren't as quiet.

life's pace has picked up, people talk, no topic is taboo. i was watching television the other day when a couple of young adults (they where all about 13 years old, but i call them adults, by the topics they discuss and the activities in which they indulge..) where talking about oral sex like it was a valentines' day card to be given out to anyone willing to accept it. young adult girls are having anal sex to preserve their virginity?

things have changed, values have changed. it seems strange that a thing like virginity would still matter, if you're having anal sex..

and everyone is talking about it, like they're talking about the weekend's football game. except they're not talking about the game, they are discussing the situation in iraq, foreign policy, the WTO.

at least that was weeks topic, this too is now passe. people talk about everything.. they just aren't as quiet.

and then.. sometimes, when i think that no topic is taboo..


i can recall, not so long ago when i very excitedly phoned up a friend of mine and before greeting him, started telling this great joke i heard. the conversation went someting like this:

me: "..no, the grandad was dead! what? what he supposed to live forver! ha! ha! haaa!"

him:"...(cough)..."

me: "are you okay? wasn't that funny? what happened?"

him:"my grandad died earlier today.."

me: "what? are you sure? are you okay? i'm sorry."

i mean really! of all the jokes i could have told, of all the things i could have said. i couldn't have known. i still feel bad about it.

i have learnt, silence is a virtue, nothing is pure, and..

life is messy