There is a building in here in Russian Tokyo that's like a shard of obsidian. I said to my footman today that it looks like an abstract sculpture, but I didn't understand that it looks that way because it doesn't have any doors or windows that I can see. It's as though it wasn't built to be occupied. Like it wasn't made to be a building, only looked at. Everything about it, its scimitar swoop and aluminum, denied that it was a building, and therefore made that one of the first things I thought about it. The most striking thing about that building was what it was not. All architecture is about architecture. Tell your professors about that–see what they say.
You know who.