Genner, Buzz2015-08-072015-08-071987http://hdl.handle.net/10919/56189When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters were reflected in my face. The Phenomena were roused. —At present, the eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by strange children and prodigious affections. —I dream of a War of right and of might, of unlooked-for logic. It is as simple as a musical phrase. (War by Arthur Rimbaud)[3], 20 leavesapplication/pdfen-USIn CopyrightLD5655.V855 1987.G465Architecture -- Sketch-booksThesis