The Handrail Runs Through Every Brick
The Point Was Always Strength That Bends
The Carcasses Were Never the Problem
The Joint Is Not Hidden. It Is the Argument
The Ground Itself Was the Formwork
Discipline Chose Where the Indulgence Goes
None of the Original Methods Survive
Nothing Else Asking for Attention
No Blueprint Gets a Vote
The Paint Was Never Meant to Resurface
