I’ve always thought walking was the only time my brain managed to switch off just enough to let something real rise. That “autopilot” sensation—the feet moving while the mind drifts sideways—it’s as close to dreaming as you can get while upright.
Genuinely though, the essay you linked has so many good quotes, but this was one of my favorites🤣😭 I really agree with it. “A Le Corbusier model is the only image that arouses in me the idea of immediate suicide. He is destroying the last remnants of joy. And of love, passion, freedom.” It’s a great critique of modern architecture.
I found it interesting because he dives into phenomenology briefly and references astrology, which is kind of odd, I’d previously heard of that stuff from excerpts of Carl Jung’s books, but I hadn’t really heard of it outside of that.
I’ve always thought walking was the only time my brain managed to switch off just enough to let something real rise. That “autopilot” sensation—the feet moving while the mind drifts sideways—it’s as close to dreaming as you can get while upright.
Exactly!
This was a really intriguing short essay, and I liked the essay you linked as well formulary for a new urbanism
Thank you for reading!
Genuinely though, the essay you linked has so many good quotes, but this was one of my favorites🤣😭 I really agree with it. “A Le Corbusier model is the only image that arouses in me the idea of immediate suicide. He is destroying the last remnants of joy. And of love, passion, freedom.” It’s a great critique of modern architecture.
I found it interesting because he dives into phenomenology briefly and references astrology, which is kind of odd, I’d previously heard of that stuff from excerpts of Carl Jung’s books, but I hadn’t really heard of it outside of that.