It's a faux porch. There is room, but not to much room. It's made of concrete, so it's built to last. It's an uneasy place, and you hang on by your fingertips. It is meant to signify something, but not stand for anything.
How,why when and where of , buildings that honor our existence and those that facilitate the industry of helplessness. Of place and of nowhere? Buildings are telling the naked story of brutal exceptionalism.
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