My friends, I fear that architecture no longer has any place for us. Its axes are dull, its plans laid bare. Reality Properties, Fake Estates.
We should instead drink deep of the illusion of this world. The photograph is at least a reliably honest charlatan. In Spanish, one does not develop film as one develops realty, one reveals it. For realty is not reality, nor is reality provably real.
We construct upon realty with architecture but we construct reality behind our eyes. We reveal it. We remove the veil. We make it real. The universe may simply be a hologram, just as flat and illusional as the space which lies behind the surface of a photograph, a painting, or the screen on which you read this.
So let us stand confidently in this uncertainty, with no roof over our heads. Let us flee the misguided utopias of architects as we embrace the prototopia of the image, for the times they are a-changing, always and always faster.