My father leaving the family shaped who I was and how I looked at the world. By the same token, my father telling me fairy tales that he had made up shaped me profoundly, too.
To me, a building - if it's beautiful - is the love of one man, he's made it out of his love for space, materials, things like that.
Isn't privacy about keeping taboos in their place?
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