john pawson at his best. simplicity is so hard.

what is it that we want? each day, our eyes open and we either decide or the day will run us and it will decide for us? a day off? more free time to do what… stare at a screen, check news feeds, or will you go about the day doing those things you said you always wanted to do but never go around doing? it is hard, figuring these things out. it is harder to do nothing then to let the day run you. so must of us let the days dictate our destiny.

choose your days, and you’ll find the same conundrum. its impossible to not fall, the bad surfaces rise to the top as we judge ourselves, others and the situation. the cracks in the walls and the blemishes stand out so much more then the beauty and the perfection. if a perfect day appears, why must the end linger.

the hangovers are harsh and sobriety so sombering. divisions are widening. this test we have conducted in about to fail again. we have gone long enough without a proper war. the words have been hurling for a while, just a matter of time before the fist start swinging. cracks appear, they grow, foundations give in and it all tumbles away.