A few months ago, I read Deborah Needleman's The Perfectly Imperfect Home. One passage clanged around my brain, echoing at odd hours:
The house as a (Rube Goldbergian) machine for living
The house as a (Rube Goldbergian) machine for…
The house as a (Rube Goldbergian) machine for living
A few months ago, I read Deborah Needleman's The Perfectly Imperfect Home. One passage clanged around my brain, echoing at odd hours: