Only a small part of architecture belongs to art: the tomb and the monument. Everything else that fulfills a function is to be excluded from the domain of art.
Some people act a role, others play a part.
For example, you lose your keys and the experience of losing your keys is so awful, and you so wish to find them, that you actually begin to think—if only I had my keys everything would be all right. Only when you find your keys do you realize that it is not much better at all. Finding the keys did not put everything right.
The circumstances of his brief, unhappy life are those of a child of the death throes of an empire, of a time when the public fictions that hitherto held disparate groups of people together are no longer capable of sustaining belief. At these times, a marked tendency reveals itself for the individual to look inward for sources of, shall we say, truth, because the fragmented society, like shards of a broken mirror, reflects too many possible truths.
Technology is us. There is no separation. It’s a pure expression of human creative will. It doesn’t exist anywhere else in the universe. I’m rather sure of that.