This
building stands farther from the street than it should, farther than
the others, as though preliminary blueprints had called for a moat. It’s
distinctive but dated. Someone must have thought it beautiful, once.
You
walk in the lobby and there’s towering art on every wall,
semi-sculptural art, huge frames erupting with geometric shapes and
colors. Art that comes out at you. Shiny marble floor, pearly white and
maroon. Workers crisscrossing to their respective elevator banks in the
morning. At night, when you leave, the floor is dotted with delivery
guys standing immobile in their caps and white jackets, white plastic
bags at their feet, waiting for their overworked customers to scurry
toward them with a fistful of bills.