The past is just a kind of anthology of design statements that one dips into as the mood takes you. It doesn’t have any real validity; you don’t have the sense of a road stretching behind us in the rearview mirror of life.
The past is just a kind of anthology of design statements that one dips into as the mood takes you. It doesn’t have any real validity; you don’t have the sense of a road stretching behind us in the rearview mirror of life.
“A book is the vegetal pulp left behind by man. And now, after countless centuries of digging up and studying palimpsests and engraved tablets, they’re saying that we should just allow those dead, abandoned cities to become buried again beneath the windblown sentiment…”
Viscount Emilio Lascano Tegui | On Elegance While Sleeping