Or, Just The Road.

/Part two./

I have been recently geeking out on (finding actual) houses and a lot less about designing lives, etc. This would be the antithesis to what i have been moaning on about, what was i talking about again – but the framework of all these, mostly engages my most rapt attention in a “Life less ordinary, but moving way forward”.

Medieval housing, but very en pointe culturally versus smart homes, is what occupies my mind more than i really care to share. It influences the very historical and the very bland cognitively, to assimilate itself into a more refreshing sensibility.

If you know you know.

Maybe, it’s that, or maybe it’s really at last a progressing in the cultural milieus that affords us a standoffish excuse to communicate our need to speed up design to catch up with our slack or lagging executions of what we are now.

We are no longer what we could be, as yet.

I think that definitely should be reflected in the designs that we experience and live in the here and now.

Time.

That is another blog, altogether. Why do people think they have them in wild abundance? (By consuming them in wild abandon, to knowhere?)

Maybe it’s uncertainty, or an illusion of The 100% rather than the 20–20–20–20–20% that might lead to the 100%. When we need it to be certain. It isn’t. And when we need it to be a certainty, it can’t.

Why?

Is it in the lines of code, in the colours of the site progressions, or in the subjective alliances of sensibility and depth ignitions..? I don’t really have a fathomer but i have intuitive distinction, that maybe was honed on the way to becoming a grade A person.

Which means, you can too.