Journal Entry
Tuesday May 8th:
As i glide across the horizontal surface of my day lit edifice as if to be hovering in an angelic way that only we architects can, i delicately shift my trusty t-square from my left hand to my right, withdrawing the small nub of a pencil i diligently keep concealed behind my left ear to quickly capture any moments of inspiration, I capture the light! As i feel my body breath in the air god personally provided just for me (because I am the center of the universe), I stand back to critically review my idea, my invention, my birth, pausing to contemplate man's existence on the planet and wrestle with the futility of life and our transitory moment on the planet in a way only Gary Cooper could portray on film; I speak to my minon and proclaim "the code said to bury the transformer vault 37 inches under the PT slab". once again, real life clashes with the movies.
