half-truths and the proposition of a proposal

on the eve, or perhaps the cusp (crux, crisis?), of the day before the day before, we attempt to match words, with an object (or drawing or accumulation of things), with thoughts spanning from the seconds ahead of us to the expanse of the memory of our lives and the history beyond our existence, there might be a pause. In the realm of the idea, the space of a concept, the proposal questions a world beyond architecture. Essences and honesty sought in this initial line of questioning may or may not lead to anything more than more questions. Perhaps this is a podium, a book, a swahili rap song or scaffolding, waiting for a manifesto. Perhaps this is a long conversation to l.a. or a short blog entry awaiting its first response.