#cumbaya

[najasarquitectos]

Residencia Mezze#2 en #cumbaya #quito #ecuador. 💡Diseño y 🛠Construcción por @najasarquitectos. Foto: @bicubik.photo (at Cumbayá) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0iqOUGFyl5/?igshid=6cvl4ivbqn1c

[joshuapazos]

Fragmentos ABZ - JP, Chinaski Café Bar, La Tejedora (2018). 

Muestra fotográfica que expone fragmentos de proyectos de dos autores: Ailín Blasco (ABZ) y Joshua Pazos (JP). Varios géneros fotográficos se encuentran en este espacio construyendo estéticas diversas al rededor del desnudo, la imagen abstracta y la fotografía callejera.

[najasarquitectos]

Residencia Mezze #2 Diseño💡 y Construcción 🚧 por @najasarquitectos en #cumbaya #quito #ecuador #arquitectura #diseño #architecture #design www.najasarq.com (at Cumbayá) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0yYNO2AR2U/?igshid=gyxzkkrguf55

[najasarquitectos]

Imágenes de estudio para una Residencia Privada en #cumbaya #quito #ecuador #arquitectura #diseño #architecture #design www.najasarq.com (at Quito, Ecuador) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzafNO3F-IX/?igshid=h1sflgtm7m4x

[najasarquitectos]

Residencia Privada en el #chaquiñán de #cumbaya #quito #ecuador #arquitectura #diseño #architecture #design www.najasarq.com (at El Chaquiñan) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwjpBLDFt-B/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=k7z2dcmznnu7

[najasarquitectos]

Propuesta para un edificio residencial en #cumbaya #quito #ecuador #arquitectura #diseño #architecture #design www.najasarq.com (at Cumbaya, Quito) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxKTIYZF_7a/?igshid=1b01tu2pzah0u

[lutece181]

"My house is my refuge, an emotional piece of architecture, not a cold piece of convenience"

[critical-skeptic]

Wake Up: No More Cumbayá Delusions

We need to dispense with this naïve cumbayá fantasy—this toxic pacifism that led us here in the first place. It's time to confront the truth: there’s no reconciling with a faction so irredeemably opposed to basic human decency. When Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and others suggest finding common ground with political adversaries, it reeks of desperate denial and a fear of appearing “unhinged,” as many did after January 6th. But this isn’t the time to coddle ourselves into submission or feign civility for the sake of appearances. We’re exhausted. We’re disturbed. And we’re right to feel this way.

Trump’s improbable “landslide” over Harris isn’t just an electoral anomaly; it’s a testament to the failure of every institution designed to safeguard democracy. How the hell did we let a multiple-felony defendant, a rapist, and a proven traitor claw his way back into power? Pretending we can merely “get along” or “heal” from this without reckoning with those who enabled it is delusional and dangerous.

Let’s be honest about the QMAGA coalition: it’s a grotesque patchwork of deranged boomers, incels, and self-loathing bigots, a social cancer metastasized from what used to be the Republican Party. They are a minority in terms of raw numbers, but their influence is undeniable. They revel in cruelty, delight in the suffering of those they deem lesser, and cloak their selfish nihilism in patriotic slogans. It’s the same twisted logic as cops who refuse to break the blue wall of silence—enabling evil makes you complicit. Anyone who tolerates Trump and his ilk, out of ignorance, malice, or cowardice, is culpable for the damage they wreak on this nation and the world.

Peace and understanding? That ship has sailed, crashed, and sunk. We extended countless opportunities for dialogue, compromise, and education. Those who wanted to leave the dark behind already have. What remains is a hollow shell of humanity—a festering malignancy growing ever more resistant to reason and decency because we keep sweeping it under the rug. Enough. I’m done bending over backwards. I’m done watching my loved ones suffer while we pretend everything will be okay.

When is enough finally enough? When scientists are executed in the streets for defying pseudo-technocratic dogmas? When every last tradwife is dehumanized and discarded, leaving their men so isolated that they resort to Handmaid’s Tale-level horrors? When America becomes a global laughingstock, a crumbling ghost of its former self? Or when our coastal cities sink, the poor grow destitute, and the rich retreat to their AI-managed bunkers to gloat over the ashes?

Enough.

I am weary, disappointed, and enraged. I swore an oath, and watching my country fall to darkness is a betrayal that eats at my soul. A third of this nation wants me dead, another third doesn’t care, and the remaining third is paralyzed with fear and in-fighting. Trusting anyone feels impossible. Hope is a bitter joke. Our species never disappoints in its capacity for self-destruction and deceit.

I understand those who dream of rainbows and roses. But we don’t live in that world anymore, if we ever did. Walls are going up—physical and ideological. And as long as we refuse to accept this reality, as long as we cling to the delusion that we can reason with the unreasonable, they will devour what’s left of us. We tear each other apart over virtue signals and performative moralizing while evil grows bolder, more entrenched, and immune to real accountability.

Wake up.