This ghostly pictur[e] image of your friend is my final pathetic at[t]empt at ending my ridiculous triangle of passion between man, machine and nature, embracing the Machine and trying to dissappear [sic] into it. Coming out the other side in such a spectral form is not a resolution but makes me wonder if Architecture could have such a ghostly presence more like a morning mist than an oily rig?
David
David Greene