Expecting Adam, Martha Beck, 197

From here, ten years in the future, it seems ironically fitting that I locked myself alone, into a cramped, cold, hard, barren space near the Coop’s textbook section before I left myself feel my deep emotional reaction to Adam’s diagnosis.  For a few of my Harvard years, I taught drawing to architecture students, and during that time I became convinced that we human beings gravitate toward spaces that are metaphors for our inner lives.  {my emphasis}

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