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Sometimes everything seems perfect. A good job, a peaceful home, planned trips, and the tranquil silence of a Sunday morning… Yet, deep inside, a pang stirs, as if the most vital piece of a puzzle is missing. Lacan calls this the objet petit a ; that elusive object of desire. We think we'll find it in a new pair of shoes, in the next vacation plan, or in someone else's approval. But that piece, by definition, is missing. Because desire needs that void not to be satisfied, but to continue....

If I had to define the feeling that seasonal changes leave in my soul with an architectural movement, it would definitely be Brutalism . The gray, heavy, and unadorned bareness of raw concrete... Like that foggy mood that doesn't even allow me to wake up in the mornings; a world where the walls surrounding me are monotonous, massive, and impassable. Sometimes life feels like being trapped under a gray sky where everything just stands there as a meaningless mass. Sartre, when he says that...