a fancy set of pens

I had a dream about my dad recently, which lately seems to signal that change is on the way.

my dad was definitely a creative person. in fact, i think he gives a whole new definition to the word creative; he was outside the box. or maybe he was too busy keeping himself occupied with filling the box to actually be in the box. whatever, that sounds dumb if you don't know him (and really dumb if you do) but trying to describe who he was in a few sentence just isn't possible. hell, my dad was way too interesting and entertaining to make doing that easy!

when i was a kid i asked my dad what his compass set was for. he also had this awesome set of fancy pens that i was fascinated with. he told me that architects and engineers used a compass and pens to make buildings. when my dad was young he wanted to be an engineer, but that never happened because of a car accident he was in before i was born. as a result of the accident, he eventually had a series of seizures that made it impossible for him the remember anything that happened after the late 70s. i thought it was sad that he never got to realize his dream. i wanted to do it for him and decided i wanted to be an architect when i grew up. also, fancy pens never fail to grab my attention! that was my goal in elementary school for a couple years until i heard that being an architect involved a lot of math; unfortunately i had decided that i hated math (boo!)

but i still love the idea that all it takes is some fancy pens to make a building.