My Parents Are Both College Professors, And

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

If We Forget What Used To Be, Then We’ve Lost An Ability To Really Be Sensitive To Our Surroundings.

In Art Or Architecture Your Project Is Only Done When You Say It's Done. If You Want To Rip It Apart At The Eleventh Hour And Start All Over Again, You Never Finish. I Was One Of Those Crazy Creatures.

You Should Be Having More Fun In High School, Exploring Things Because You Want To Explore Them And Learning Because You Love Learning-not Worrying About Competition.

You Couldn't Put Me In A Social Group Setting. I'm Probably A Terrible Anarchist Deep Down.