For the longest time I've felt alienated by the hardness of the structures we build. Society is inclined towards solidity, and permanence, while the individual prefers Softness and ephemerality.  The rhetoric of efficiency dictates that we must build strong and stable, but no human would deny their inclination for a soft surface over a hard one.  

I've long lived in fear of hard objects, whether it be a a rock thrown at my head or a door slammed in my face. We've become desensitized to the cold hardness of our everyday habitations. We've long accepted the inherited parameters set in stone and metal for us by faceless architects as if from above. If we find a wall in our way, we walk along it until we find a way through, we don't stand shaking our fists at those designers  on high, we don't take our frustration out on the wall, because it's hard, and will probably hurt us more than our hitting the wall would hurt the architect who put it there. 

I've now started to wonder, What if we were to build structures as soft as our pillows and as adjustable as a ball of clay. How would it affect our existence? What if instead of bricks and mortar we used plasticine, and rubber, foam, and air?  What if we rounded the corners, and softened the edges? What if our buildings didn't just insulate us, but embraced us?