If books have a life of their own, oftentimes very different from what their authors might have imagined, how about buildings? How about buildings that only exist on paper, or pixels?

Do Time, Tools, Practice, deform or inform the work of years ago?

Finally, where have the intentions, the meanings, the hopes, of those years at this university lived these past twenty plus years? Were they released only when I unrolled those drawings, or have they lived with this student as he practiced his profession each day?