architecture or revolution?

maybe the reservations we have about manifesting our thoughts on architecture, life, and everything in between into a two page essay stems from our reluctance to take a stance on what we're not sure of. i came into college almost four years ago anxious to tackle intellectual subjects and wax philosophical in coffee shops (with me of course drinking hot chocolate) so as to come up with the grand answer to it all. needless to say, both me and the world have changed greatly in the past four years and the tiny little issue of all-the-world's-problems seems a bit more complex than it did to my eighteen year old eyes.

so i played devil's advocate and then played no one's advocate. this semester has finally forced me to advocate my own thoughts for a change. really you have to draw a line somewhere between the Sun-Ridge-Grove Mansions and the Bricklane slums. where do you stand? what is your manifesto destiny?

for now i'm still unsure but i'm definitely tackling the subjects with some sort of passion.