Atlas errante

Abstract

All of us appear to be guided by magical digits of a watch, but few are the ones that know the direction of a compass. Backbone of human existence, time seems to domesticate all our movements, taking us too many times to despise the most beautiful of questions: what place do we take in this sphere we have agreed to call the world? Geographical synapsis of past and future memories, the present dissertation collects the fragments of a travel log in South American lands, that makes use of architecture as bare lens to the world observation, as it reflects on essential themes of the construction of space and of life. Under the perspective of an eye that finds without looking, that projects in the easiness of paper the notes of an announced and felt journey, which profile progressively acquires the shape of its own oblivion. Umbilically conditioned by architecture's craft, gropes its limits under the shape of fragments that return humanity the sensibility of a true enquiry, free of vices or prejudice. Like any story told over a link of fragments, benefits from its inaugural and urgent nature with which prints tenuous oppressing figures in multiple directions. I invite the reader to come close to them with the boldness of who errs in fresh looks of an unknown place, and refuses to learn the language in which everything has already been said. May you find in my vision, without wants of others, your own, and in it mold the outlines of an existence other than mine. May you awe and thrill at every finding as much as I silence my eternal particles of this great adventure that we miraculously share: life.