the proliferation of glass is a modern miracle panes held in reverence, glowing warm sheets the divergence from a church window to Coca-Cola bottle the farmer in tears, the pastor; receding, replaced peasant girls with clerks, men with pickup trucks (rusty diesels) what was lost, in those perfect contours? what pain is in the heart of Dieter Rams, Konstantin Grcic; the humanistic Susan Kare? do German industrial designers flee to crumbling castles? Brickwork isn’t cheap The international hum of a vending machine armed with omnipresent spirals (Archimedes) for those who fought and died; living today as historical cliché would they understand, is the excuse okay (that there are bills to pay) has their anguish ended or does it return as anger, everpresent sadness and the hatred of disuse? immaculate graveyards besides memorials fallen by the wayside something given with love, a last chance to offer a last chance perhaps it’s best to share pain and presence breathing buildings and cryptographic keys secrets held in a fist beneath tearful eyes guarded, wounded and careful ambitions shatter.
April 20, 2026