January

Traditions

I'm a stranger
in my own land
My place has become strange

53$
counting too much
Sacred heart(s)
St Mary's 
Cathedral of spending
Shuffling plastics

"Its a lot of testosterone all over the place,...
20 million combat troops."
And he continues on:

"Where a leader could rest in an area like disneyland."
So, said the man with cadence.
Over and over
and I listen

There is a longing for the past as we return to our yesterdays.
The people, faces once in life, absent.
Gone.
The place is, Just as it always was. Though

I've sat in this very spot without emotion; as flat as can be.
Stirred only to think of what i could do
If i could walk away.

condenCITY_107 cities and words

Cities are built of words.

ideas surface and take form, from the very illusion of word

it is words, after the fact, that are used to deconstruct

take apart 

to analyze

to critique the very places then built 

an odd conundrum it appears

words provoke actions

words, surface from memory 

words can be regret 

architecture and words.

condenCITY_103 standing in wait

Rare
empty without alteration
out of place it seems without
occupation.

Like a life sealed up and hidden
-and maybe there is truth in that-
in contrast to the exhibitions
next door
down the street
pervasive
as it is everywhere

to open is to become stuck
in a daily exposure of routine.

Seoul is rarely so pure in
face.

Mediating between back (and forward)

condenCITY_100 stick-on city

At surface, the faces of rising eastern capitalist cities are peel and stick: 

Facades quick to arrive and disappear under false hopes and dematerialized dreams. 
Patterns mesmerize in slight deception and upon closer inspection the mask comes off.

What remains solely are shells of anticipation...

and the emptiness of borrowed time.

Un-condensed rural 5.0

Western Lines

Androgynous-scape
Tethered to the past
unrealistic futures ahead
It is vista
that feeds imagination
and blurs recent memory
This road is a place of endurance

My roots
A reflection of constant 
in Motion

Time has ancient wisdom here
Crosscuts before man
And after death
A series of lines
Carved in and suspended above earth
Structuring our west

Un-condensed rural 4.0

In Time

The crevice accepts the water freely

Feeding the undoing of everything 

Beautiful.

Wood remains in decades wake

Hands Mark- stained by touch

Foot steps

deepen 

In time

The house of aristocrats

The house of passing glances.

condenCITY_91 convenience

Accessible convenience is now pervasive in the modern metropolis, to the extent that chance has become harder to find.

Cold, hard light cuts through night street, striking and erasing color. Everything is rendered neutral in the florescent brightness of ubiquitous convenience. Stores littered across Seoul - on each block in multiples- equally unchanged they are, in accessible 24-hour instant communities. The new market for exchange, has conveniently supplanted diversity and repetitive expectation has stopped at just that- knowing exactly what you will find and what you get. That sweet, constant smell of preservative. 

condenCITY_87 south of somewhere

Beige
caught between sky
and building
vacancy

Where manufactured lives
and packaged dreams
Assembled
In production like
Perfection
Weight rises
and always falls

Here time
is covered
In atypical fashion

South of somewhere

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Visions of Nakwon

The belly of a city, turned upside-down in the darkness of day.
Where some explore, others remain cautiously aside;
outside.
Both road and structure conceived simultaneously;
a partnership of economics and an expedient double time.
My memory is vague but bold as I look back through my forlorn window.



  

condenCITY_76 mullae shadow

Tinged air washed away along rust stained streets. 

open windows accepting what the city has to offer; tempered for a moment by rains torrent.

a lights line connects odd bedfellows in programmatic disharmony. 

casting a final evening glance, I cut through another eves pale twilight of wet grey 

Lost in shadow.

Time in Words

condenCITY_45 transitions

May 

transitions

hard line

between winter chill

summer heat

caught between light 

and rising steam 

public dimensions

drift in and out

of negotiated

boundary

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remember
berkeley after dark 
paths cross
east to west
night cool under eucalyptus
walking, pausing


and at that moment i knew
i loved you


remember?

Departure time_in between

Rift between here, then
now, there
easing moment
casting destiny

memory

Saturdays

At the edge
somewhere between
east and west dreams
San Francisco

Familiar
washed away with
a late day rain
of futures
to come.

16

Chilly Reception
bites hand

Frozen crystal wind
kisses street

darkness
shimmer

Seoul at 16 degrees 

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Sometimes...

silence in Architecture matters.

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City Vertical

Glowing

PM hours San Francisco

10 minutes of notice

Step back to obscurity

Beige

Window

Eyes to the City

Revelation of being the double constituent; feeding imagination and perception from inside and out. Curiosity nourished through interrupted acts, scenes and translations. Nothing more animates the space of the city. A facade can never be the same twice on any given night; faces always changing. It is life and death after all, that ultimately become exposed through the window.