I've always found it a bit odd, gauging the sense and nuance of moods and impulsive psychological connections which arise spontaneously as a result of our rapport with the architecture of our immediate environment.
I prefer the ineffability of it all. The lack of explication, and just checking out more spaces and places. Extracting each spaces' ineffable essence and adding them to my internal library.
Just being there without thinking. Always alert to when a particular air or novel mood which does something new to me inside is momentarily present - and then trying my best to capture it with my camera and restoring it to how it actually felt with the help of post-production software.
I do actually believe everything above, but that doesn't prevent the sentiments sounding poncey as fuck as those sentences cannot even dream of ever conveying the profundity of the significance they're constantly failing to grasp.
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