Our lived environments are to me purpose-built extensions of our bodies. The proportions of a steering wheel, or the way you palm fits against a doorknob - these objects are all constructed to parallel their creators. And cities! Cities are bodies, seemingly infinitely long, running in place. The roads and train tracks, veins and arteries, the commuters the red blood cells, delivering oxygen into the beating heart. That heart relaxes and fills with travelers during the day, scurrying around sidewalks and office buildings. And in the evening it contracts, pumping the people back into the suburbs, leaving their emptied buildings dreaming of their occupants, and awaiting their safe return.
