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.