Panoramic, through the blue tiled ceilings, the painterly surfaces. The adopted rimless glasses.
And yet he sees white as beige, garages as uncluttered, not even 1mm shy of cubic.
Design is a daughterly ambition; tuition is credit received. Certainty is beyond how a drive smiles.
And yet to fail to see the builder’s blocks, the user’s diorama, is to lose time behind a cover.
Next time, it will be a binary. Indecent gifted mac astonishingly will reject/select shareability.
And yet the vision of a hello is not an illusion: it’s just all the transfer she needed.
Like a birdman, he’d command windowless corridors for decades. Javelin soared far, orchestrator.
And yet he is shuffled and scuttled, saved by resemblances, peeking non-coincidentally.