Who do you think you are?!
Asked the tall, Victorian building to the newt next to it. It was a small, elongated building problably directed towards the services or business/retail areas, but it wouldn't be out of place were it a supermarket or a rich garage. The old construction demanded an identity, a sign, a purpose, something to come out of the little building's visual composure, but it was not his game, not like that. For it, there was meaning in anything it was and in what it wasnt', rather than in facial persona that screams to the four winds its mission on this existence. Therefor, the little building remained silent... but speaking louder than its older counterpart, reaching the people, habits, and passions like the old moot couldn't anymore.
Yay for new architecture!
But, it wasn't before long that the little building, with all its life, began feeling sad for its old neighbour. After all, they were all buildings. The time-hardenned tall, proud, but aging construction was seeing the end of its days. It was a sad, sad thing to see. After all, they were all buildings. Thats right! They were all buildings, old and new! And by the great China Wall, the little building would not let his aging partner let it all down and crumbling!
And so, something happened.
For the next few weeks to months, the little building, all with its post-modernism glare, worked out to acomplish a mezcla between it and the old, imponent city embassator. The result, would be talked about for years to come, and they togheter now would impose their newfound purpose to the city and people.
The old was happy.
The new was happy.
The city was happy.
The people were happy.
- In Urbanism we trust
Reading: Urban Landscape, by Gordon Cullen
Watching: the landscape, the city... ... life
Eating: not healthy enough
Drinking: even less