eat my mind

I am like a fungus here. [1]  

Surrounded by this mad city. […]

I began to notice ways to survive. [2]

I lived here too little. [3]

In order to protect myself from this city […]

I go to work on my house. [4]

Every time I see our house from a distance, it’s a mill.

As I am a fungus, like yeast, my only job is to consume everything around me.

I realized

While trapped inside these walls, […] consuming my environment, […] certain ideas take root. I bring new concepts to this mad city. [5]

Many and various arts, which help to make the course of our life more agreeable and cheerful [6]

1 Alberti, On the Art of Building in Ten Books

2 Lamar, Mortal Man

3 Alberti, On the Art of Building in Ten Books

4 Lamar, Mortal Man

5 Lamar, Mortal Man