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Walking in a forward direction (in life) is a little like pacing through a construction site. Time and time again yes, we stumble upon splinters and nails lying around, more so ready to abrupt. However, more than not these hazards organize themselves in a corner, bulked up in display. In which we then find ourselves in a pause. Letting by a smirk, we tend to ask ourselves the unforgiving 'ifs' and what-may and could have been.

Professional couch potato and magnitude participant in the vast science of thinking in nothingness. An architecture trained creative constantly questioning our everyday designed life. Currently a long time contributor to the future world in architecture.