Saturday, 19 June 2010


Everywhere I go I like to imagine the space differently, the station roof or the structure of the pillars bellow the dock, the closely knit trees and the overhead compartment of the train. I imagine making it my home, building in a place to sleep and a gap for a view. I imagine a world in which it could be done, in which everybody had the freedom to use the space, to leave the overhead compartment with a moving picture of the country and to stumble upon a tree house in north Wales that would keep them for the night.

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations on your blog- which I find beautiful and sad in a good way
    Alain de Botton