I was talking to my wife the other night about how in the professional sense, I feel like I am wandering around in a fog. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’m going, and for the last few months, I can’t really recall where I’ve been. I know that a lot of it is a result of a general malaise due to the current ‘repression.’ But I also know a lot of it has to do with a purely internal discussion I’ve been reluctant to fully participate in.
The basic questions are What am I doing? and Why am I doing it? Right now the answers to both are I don’t know. Of course I can say that “I am doing massing studies for a project in New York because I need to pay the rent;” but I’m an introspective sort and literalism and self reflection don’t necessarily make good bed fellows when your trying to figure things out.
I know I love architecture. But right now what am I doing with it and what do I love about it? Why am I continuing to walk along this current path?
I don’t have answers right now. Just questions.