The enduring value of somewhere else

We've gone remote and I'm dying for the real place.

Sometimes you’re right even if you’re not sure why.

Lately I’ve been doing something I’ve spent years trying not to do, and that’s thinking about my graduate architecture thesis. I rarely find myself satisfied by things I wrote even one year ago, let alone fourteen, and I’m sure I’d cringe myself right through the floor if I actually read it now. It’s a…

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