Nature Preserve, perseverance.

what’s left after nature comes?

Dear R,

I walked alone today into the nature preserve of the Marseille Provence Airport. Nature preserve, ah. Do you remember my old game of imagining the meeting when the architect chairs a meeting with their client to describe the new building they are designing. My fantasy started because of a undeniably ugly building on a crest overlooking the Hudson River in New York City, I believe the building was for…