Ode to Second Year



Here lies a completely comatose human, surrounded by piles upon piles of fragmented work: a design for an architecture school, some vaguely urban models, non-descript massing bits, and random elective materials. He is enshrined by our beloved rough concrete walls, partially covered in a halfhearted attempt to make his studio den a bit more habitable.  A nap-within-a-nap on the upper left harkens back to our first year 6-on-7 days and reads, too accurately, “TAKE A F*@%#*$ BREAK.”