This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
What would an architecture studio be like without some poor sap complaining about time? Irrelevant question, because that’s never happened.With so little time and so much to do it seems as though weeks are dashing ahead at speeds unknown to man. Review after review, altered design after altered design, we are slowly coming to the realization that at one point in the very near present, I say present because I’m almost certain the future will be here in a moment (see its here already), that a finalized design will be designed by us and in less than a week. We are also coming to the realization that we may not be sleeping on a standard pattern until this thing is designed, and probably for that matter built. But we push forward in hope. In the next hours of today big decisions will be made. How will two ideas formulate into one? What does the next hour hold?
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, what he does, whoever he is.
–CS Lewis