It rained in my soul for a week. My architecture course wasn't so bright no more, clouds settled down around me, my career path seemed meaningless. What's the point in building beautiful buildings for miserable people? Once the paint has dried, once the new floors have been scuffed, and mould has started growing in the grout in between the tiles, it's the relationships that matter. The space may be functional, but it will never hide the dysfunction in one's life.
Why do I want to work with people of my own class? People who live to work, rather than working to live. Do I want to become one of them? Do I want to spend my whole life drawing plans for an aesthetic space, or do I want to live an aesthetic life with the person of my dreams? There are no plans that can be drawn for real love, it either happens in one's life or it doesn't, and if you find true love, real true love, you are truly blessed. It's not something to be ignored.
My classmates started to appear naïve and vacuous, my lecturers seemed pompous, my coursework felt irrelevant. I wanted out. I wanted to find Jarvis. I wanted to start building a life with him.
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Teen FictionSylvie, 16, sees colours, where other people only hear words or feel emotions. She knows she has to keep this a secret - as people disappear to institutions if they get sick in the mind. *** Sylvie likes to dress in Lolita outfits and dreams of beco...
