Architecture

Architecture is a brutal family story. A shipwreck. Between the beginning of modernity, the First World War and the Anschluss. A thirty-year period. Nourished by hope. Slaughtered in a bloodbath. Where language itself loses all meaning. Where language dies. Architecture shows how the most beautiful structures collapse and swallow up their brightest children. Architecture is a memento mori for thinking about our times. If the best and brightest couldn't prevent bloodshed, what will we do in a time as unarmed as ours if bloodshed returns? P. R