‘A conversation between two ex-housewives, who took architecture courses in Athens and currently are headed towards their houses that they designed’
-...and Derrell didn’t even know what a column was.
-He didn’t?
-No…
As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more and more stars had gathered, obliterating the separateness of the Milky Way and filling up the whole sky.
-Iris Murdoch, ‘The Sea, the Sea’
1941. Rhodes. Bombs’ sound echoing in every corner of the city.
-I earn your phoenix lips to stab my flesh.
A perfect female body. Effortlessly carried by the invisible of the sea.
(She skipped her lunch and pretty much all her breakfasts)
As Edith Wharot said, the desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form is one of the most inveterate of human instincts. Therefore, two big Edith Wharot ‘respecters’, as they called themselves, built identical houses with identical windows and identical shutters. They entertained the tourists. Both, however, happened to move away. They sold their houses to Jan Tschichold fan who claimed that the asymmetry of time, the arrow that points from past to future, plays an unmistakable role in our everyday lives. He changed everything inside. Nothing was identical anymore. Apart from the windows, as they helped him to create an illusion of symmetry.
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