Architecture, frozen music

Ever since I was a child, I just knew homes weren’t supposed to look cookie cutter-esque. When I was 10/11, I remember going on MLS at the time, scoping homes and giving my dad listings to check out. I knew all the real estate agents and types of homes they sold. There were homes I scrolled past because they simply didn’t register. Those were the cookie cutter ones, or the plain ugly ones. I couldn’t comprehend how anyone conceived of a structure so hideous so as to call it a home or be put in the same category.

For me, there was always a romantic element to architecture, especially that of a home (I use romantic in the natural sense).

Or like, Goethe, “I call architecture frozen music”.