“Do you still follow your dreams?”
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I opened my eyes in wonder, blurred by the morning bright, searching for the voice that had just spoken these mesmerizing words.
This occurred some odd years after the combined pressures of architecture school deadlines and bloating debt drowned me in a silent depression. I feared there was nothing in my heart for dogma of architecture, the life in a firm, a slave to the client. What is a building with no thought of feelings, but an empty shell?
Now here, this voice, out of thin air, gave me hope. And what followed was a prolific eagerness to learn, to teach myself through experiment, ho