I can feel the architecture world moaning toward me. Begging. Pleading with me to not turn my back on it.
Yet I feel myself turning ever so slightly.
Russian Tu-95 plowing the clouds
There’s something very powerful about emotional energy. I find my feelings and thoughts are guarded and guided by the instincts of those around me.
I change. Not consciously, just intuitively, and not even purposefully.
I notice it especially when I watch a movie or film that I’ve seen multiple times in a new place. It’s almost as though the energy and vibe of my surroundings makes me see it with new eyes - with New Eyes. A new perspective, a new set of feelings, and a new understanding of something that was once foreign.
It’s strange, but also enlightening.