Th' Anatomy o' Armor: Th' Price o' Endless Endurance

From childhood, a man be taught one rule: grit thy teeth and take th' blow. Year upon year, heavy armor grows around th' heart, which first shields from outward pressure, then begins to strangle from within. For even th' firmest rock hath a limit o' strain, o' which none speak aloud.

When I did design th' architecture o' HIS WORLD, I knew one thing: here there be no stranger's eyes, no onlookers, no social judgments. 'Tis th' only place where thy weariness and thy living feelings be not taken for weakness.

All this space were made in th' image o' a understandin' soul, who asks no needless questions, expects no reports, but simply, in silence, sets a cup o' hot coffee before thee.