I’m ripping a CD that I burned in my first year in grad school. Most of it is the excellent Psychograss album Now Hear This.
I had thrown in a few extra tracks in the leftover space at the end, which is now a snapshot of my mental state of that tumultuous time in my early twenties.
The opening bars of each of these tracks triggers a flood of dormant feelings.
I have mixed feelings of Architecture school. It’s inherently traumatic but created memories I wouldn’t want to give up.
If I was in power, I would develop a less vicious pedagogy…but I can’t muster any sympathy for students today, even if Studio hasn’t changed in two decades.
Humans are weird. Maybe I’m more cruel than I dare to admit.