I don’t think you understand what I’m telling you. I’m not trying to open the door here. I’m trying to open your mind.
It’s a simple problem really. Just keep the rain off of them as they enter the building. That’s all you really need to do, right?. Hardly… This is the first impression this building will make. I’m not going to waste it. You’re not going to open the doors and just walk inside. You’re going cross this threshold into the rest of your life.
This space is going to compress as you pass. The metal panel ceiling is going to press down on you, Almost touching your head. Like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. And, just when you think you’re not going to be able to get through it, Just when you think the weight of your day is too much to bear, you’re going to slip through a narrow single door and the weight will lift. The space (and perhaps your life) will seem…. emancipated.
