Memories pour from 43 year old chairs like sweat from a glass blower’s arse. (See also, and also.)
# architecture, furniture, memory
I keep stumbling onto my old archives in Google searches and each time I end up spending 30 minutes or more reading everything. Sometimes it feels like I’m reading someone else’s journal. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking when I was writing what I did — Matt Haughey on that peculiar weblog feeling.
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