this building always makes me think of the 70’s film adaptation of ursula k. leguin’s “lathe of heaven”
when i pass it, i am reminded that it may not have existed yesterday. it might have been dreamed into existence last night, and i along with the rest of the world are born anew, with memories in place of this building always having been there, and this the world that has always been.
I admire the new/old headquaters of the Haber foundation, and am waiting for the aliens to land