I’ve always felt like I belong somewhere between two worlds.
One is structured, precise, carefully planned — the world of architecture, where every line has a purpose and every space is designed with intention.
And the other… is this.
Unpredictable, organic, imperfect in the most beautiful way. Nature doesn’t follow strict rules, and yet everything somehow fits together perfectly.
Sitting here, surrounded by sunlight and textures that no human could fully replicate, I realize something important… maybe being an architect isn’t about controlling space.
Maybe it’s about understanding it.
Understanding how people feel in a place, how light changes everything, how even the smallest details can transform a moment.
I don’t want to design just buildings.
I want to create spaces that feel alive.
And maybe… that starts by learning from moments like this.
