The noonday demon is not an architect.

The light of reason — when it first descended on architecturethe buildings become transparent, inside filled with space.Like soap bubbles holding glory,pure architecture shines with radiant space.Because with just one glance, everything could scatter away,the ghost-architect today turns away from that space.Crouched, left hand supporting his cheek,the ghost-architect sleeps once again.

Acedia’s slumber caresses a strange tongue.A space everywhere, unreachable,leaving behind fullness of emptiness,the ghost-architect today draws buildings once more.

The noonday demon is not an architect.