The most concise description of my book Thinking Design through Literature rests within and between the writer and the architect:
1stgent. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves.
2ndgent. Ay, truly, but I think it is the world That brings the Iron.
― George Elliott, Middlemarch, Chapter IV
Fiction is more tactile.
― John Hejduk, Mask of the Medusa
And now that the book is published, look for more in the way of after-thoughts in the coming weeks. At the moment, I feel like the cook who can’t taste the sauce, precisely because she made it. (Now that I think about it, that’s why I am a baker; I will always taste my desserts, my tongue will never be anaesthetized to sugar.)