The Beast For Me Is

I Have A Book Of Buildings From 25,000 Bc. These Are Huts Built Out Of Mammoth Bones. These Buildings Were Beautifully Made, From The Bones Of The Body Into Shelter.

I See Man More As An Instrument Or An Agent More Than Anything Else.

The Beast For Me Is Greed. Whether You Read Dante, Swift, Or Any Of These Guys, It Always Boils Down To The Same Thing: The Corruption Of The Soul.

I Haven't Done Any Building Designs Since The Loaf House.

If You're Into Architecture And You're From The West, Everything Is Hors D'oeuvres For Working To Rebuild The Temple. Ultimately You're Led There. You Can't Escape It.