Buildings are devoid of emotions. However, they evoke emotions.
The memories you derive from a place are what you attach to it based on what you experienced and what you underwent to get there.
Would I go back to the cathedral? Yes I would.
Does it bring back bad memories? Yes it does.
Isn't it my sanctuary in the city? Yes it is.
Didn't I go there to pray and got my prayers answered? Yes I did.
Perhaps I love buildings because I can detach (I try my very best) emotions from it and it still stands proud with its precision beauty to be admired. The greatness of architecture, sometimes stems from how it spins a different story for anyone who walks under its eaves, while remaning a constant.
If only I can exercise the same level of detachment with a similar level of success, to a whole lot of other things which contribute to the ephemeral joy of living.
If only.
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