Temple of Time

My first 'public' orgasm was in the lab cubby of a signature louis kahn. So I owe it to my appetite for the study of architecture and to this previous revelatory release to perk up at anything that informs me on this man. It would be said that his was a tragic life by the way it concluded - in so fa as dying destitute, ailing and unclaimed in the city of your love, is the truth to plaineyes. Because there may be his story: he would have it just that way: so what adulation, and position at his bidding, it was all about self-realization - that uncertain ideal we're taught for years that we're soon disabused of or sooner shed. Son, Nathaniel Kahn directs My Architect a discovery of a father who wasn't available for the lesser roles known to bind flights of the mind. And when this is the only way you work - who can blame?
An earnest journey to find and forgive a real absence in the son's early life that cast a shadow through to this search. Doubt how so public a journey can lay to rest the demons but there will be moments of illumination.