I don't take meandering paths with my work, at least not the kind you'd usually find in architecture: the path of the Flâneur. I still do wander, of course, but my wanderings are more directed. I am a spaceship.
I am a spaceship exploring the heavens above, being pushed, pulled, and spun around by celestial bodies around me. I have a vector, a heading toward my ultimate goal, but that heading is always dancing between the force of gravity and of thrusters. I have a general idea of what I'll find if I arrive, but I don't know for sure, and I don't know what setbacks, detours, shortcuts, highways, or serendipity I will find along the way.
Moments of decision arise along my path, moments where I must decide which way I should turn, which path should I take to avoid crashing into a sun, or to land on a mineral-rich moon. Moments of decision arise where I must decide whether I should should turn around to refuel, or to keep going past the point of no return.