Activity surrounds. Hubbub. Busyness. Loneliness in the crowd. You are definitely somewhere, but where? You're here, but where is that? Do you fit amongst the crowd of buildings that seem to rush, tower, and judge all at once?
You are a parking garage: the illegitimate brother of the LaSalle Building. Encircled by meaning and activity and place, your existence is only partially justified. You crave meaning, place, activity, and deliberate attention.
You shall receive.
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