Lately, I've been having dreams of my friends in Austin, but in my dreams, they are not in Austin anymore. I'm hanging out with them in my childhood haunts in Kakkanad, India. In one of the dreams, I'm with my friend Haley in a quaint little plant nursery near my childhood home. The first time I saw the lush green nursery from the outside, I imagined it would be cozy but found out that it just camouflaged a mediocre restaurant. A type of restaurant that remained in business only because they added msg to their dishes. In the dream, we are attending a lecture on Christopher Alexander inside the restaurant. I know Haley's never read Christopher Alexander, but she's an architect, and I like to project my idealistic impression of an architect and what they would read onto her. She knows this and keeps telling me that I don't really know her. But she bears the burden of being my only architect friend. In truth, I know more software engineers read Christopher Alexander than Architects.
Loved this. Good stuff