These past years I can recount several moments when I was moved emotionally by a space. In fact, I admit that two months ago I shed a tear when I said goodbye to the village in Southern France, where for several years now, I have spent careless and liberating summers. One could argue that my emotion is not sparked by the surroundings; it is instead triggered by nostalgia, the realization of fleeting time, the 'return' to normal life. This is true, but more than anything else, I feel a connection to this space specifically. In the words of Swiss architect Peter Zumthor: "There is magic in the real".

Below is a parody on the first stanza of John Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn. This Poem, (see title above) aims first and foremost to critique the language used in written conversation between construction workers, architects, and technicians. The symbols used normally to represent the flow of sewerage and electricty have been transcribed to the latin alphabet to the right, this will be your guide in translating the below poem. Beware, some symbols are similar to others... Some of them might not be used... in fact, the guide might be out of date with the poem. Good luck.

From the 19th to the 27th October was the Dutch Design Week (DDW) in Eindhoven. An architecture student, like me, went there to be surprised and inspired. After seeing a selection of different exhibitions, my thoughts started to focus more and more on my doubts about the implementation and feasibility of these projects. The presentation techniques used and the execution of the concepts were completely different from the ‘Architecture projects in BK’.