Quotes enable us to breathe – Busch

“There it was: a pale yellow modernist house, perched precariously on the edge of San Francisco’s Telegraph Hill. As the hill eroded, so did the foundations of the house. At first, chunks of rock fell, then pieces of the house”. […] “When a beautiful house falls apart this way, the image of loss is grand and public, and it stays lodged in the mind. It stayed lodged in my mind for another reason: I loved that house once. It was where I spent my first night when I moved to San Francisco in 1976”.

Akiko Busch

Geography of Home, writings on where we live – Preface pp.11