That dazzling, show-offy, alpha thrust of the outer shells, yeah yeah. Seen it all before. But the lighting underneath β¦ in the undercroft where the cars drive through β¦ where the lone concertgoer slumps, dreams, sleeps, waits β¦
Now that is astonishing. Concrete made light. Intersected by the lone human - so alone - amid the busy, buzzy throng of us.
Can you see him?
So many astonishments.
