why I became an architect:

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“That very night in Max’s room a forest grew

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and grew-

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and grew until his ceiling hung with vines

and the walls became the world all around”

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This is still basically what I do everyday – imagine another world within the world.

Where The Wild Things Are

Story and Pictures by Maurice Sendak, 1963.

Happy New Year everyone

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