I have slowly come to the realization that one of my many passions is admiring architecture. I find myself marveling at the buildings in Manhattan and absentmindedly staring at the buildings for longer than normal.
I don’t know where this sudden spike and peak came from but I do know that it’s there. I find myself wondering what cultural group of people inspired the arch in a random doorway of an unnamed building… or if the stained glass of some precariously placed warehouse was done on purpose and why…
I find myself tracing my hands along brick walls and wondering “how old are they?”