by Andrew Wilson

Ever wonder where we’re headed? What I mean is: on a warm, breezy Sunday afternoon, with barbecue smells and children’s laughter filling the neighborhood, between mowing the yard and watering the plants, do you ever take stock of where we are and try to imagine where we’re all headed? When you’re inching along in rush hour traffic, or clutching that slippery post as your train speeds away from the station, do you ever wonder how we’ll get to where we’re destined to go?

I do. I think about these things all the time. Some say too much although I’m not sure I’d agree. For me, tiny moments of everyday life are perfect respites that invite contemplation. And after all this time, after years of pondering the future of my chosen profession architecture, considering context, reading signposts, and wargaming scenarios, what I’m absolutely certain of is this: while our path to the future is more stepping stone than superhighway, the direction is unmistakeable. And it troubles me.

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