Gulls wheel through spokes of sunlight over gracious roofs and dowdy thatch, snatching entrails at the marketplace and escaping over cloistered gardens, spike-topped walls and treble-bolted doors. I love that even a cheap hamburger is still pretty good. I love that anything is interesting if you look at it closely enough. I love that line about how memory is like a train.
I love the Radiator Building, the Queensboro Bridge, and summertime. I love that Japanese architects deliberately inserted mistakes into their designs to appease the gods, who believe only they are perfect. and fills with golden sunset light and feels like a cathedral. I love the moment at dusk when the F train comes out of the tunnel after Carroll St. I love that the things worth remembering are usually the things that get remembered.
I love the lightbulb joke about how many boring people. I love that there are theories about handwriting, the composition of matter, and horse racing. I love that music doesn’t have to mean anything to be beautiful. I love that a computer is referred to as a machine. I love that you can pretty much always assume there is a better way. I love that no expertise is needed to appreciate a well-made thing. I love that some things are inexplicable, in fact more things than you’d expect. I love that the littlest things can make biggest differences, like cufflinks or a pinch of salt or just 5 minutes.
I love that Frank Lloyd Wright was shameless. I love that there can be an art to nearly everything.
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