It matters how you build things. I know this because the life I’ve made owes no small debt to university architecture. I was studying photography in a building where the classrooms were on the tenth floor, digital labs on eleven, and the darkrooms up on twelve. There was a bank of six elevators in the lobby, and they could take so long to come that I invented a game I called Psychic Elevator, wherein I tried to predict which doors would open next. I was getting pretty good at it when I realized there was another set of doors opposite the elevators. And through their plate glass panes, I glimpsed a museum.