Exploring the inner game through presence, mindset, and real-life stories—including my return to architecture after years away.
Reading the feed…
A dream, or first memory. Or the other way around. A tale about architecture, first games and sketches. Inspired in: Plans Makes Gods Laugh.
Three parts. Cultural objects and veiled desire. Still Here.
I wish I would do the necessary work. I don't. Still here.
Three funny looking hats. That's relief. The model I want moving forward.
Why the obsession with how things look? No cookie-cutter. Rem, and the bits of information. And the missing puzzle pieces.
Reality, weirder than dreams. Explaining makes it dizzier. 'Appreciation' as a layer on top of it.
'Meta' is a shortcut, a naming convention. The commentary above the commentary. To get what your country is about. ... 0:24 This is not a class 2:15 The earthquake and the book 3:00 Scenery country and media 4:26 Rather do a personal history
A runaway maybe, Reading people's intentions And really seen, by no one in particular.
Bus to the south. Sunrise on lagoons. Everyone wants to do the same.
The origin myth behind the inner game. Warning: This one is wild. My deepest dive yet.
Viña. Piano and online servers. The game inside.
Campus. Students behind my back. Shopping center. A pirated book. Did it anyway. Until I couldn't.
The want of deep conversations, and the want to understand them later. Wanting both, really.
Pacing. Coffee. Tweaking. Waiting to be ready. Fouls are no reason to leave the Game.
A walk with someone. Recognition. A different GPS. Enough to start a new chapter.
Two letters. One to a man I admire. One to a man I’ll never meet.
Saying what’s happening, and the effort to say it. The elephant in the room.
I'm not a tourist. Cap Ducal is in the book, but the voyage to the Andes is even more present. We get back to the primitive to find answers from time to time.
A dream. A letter to the students.
Windsor Castle gardens. A tiny circular trace no one really sees. A name that still cuts, even in London.
