Do we build upon what things should be? Or do we build upon what things are? What things should be are just ideals, they are just ideas. But then, how do we know what is? Aren't they just ideas too?

Perhaps I should stop drawing comparisons between things like city planning and my mental state. Even my relationship to my stove somehow becomes a metaphor for my psyche. There is wisdom everywhere it seems. "Hrmm, soup or pizza?... OhIcan'tdecideI'mconfused,fuckit... Ah! Suddenly! I understand your soul!"

Architecture paired with psychology is perhaps valid both in poetry and in life. Both in my metaphors and in my reality. But can a regional tax reform really be telling of my fragile personality? Should I base my psychological development on a document outlining by-laws put in place to curb urban growth? 

So... I touched. I became. Am I crumbling?