I’ve mentioned the college dorm going up across the street. For a long time it was just a hole. When you’re building a building, it turns out, the hole is the biggest part. I didn’t know that. But now the structure is taking shape, and much as I despise the whole project, it’s fascinating to open my eyes each morning and find that the level of men, like the sea level, has risen in the night. It’s like they’re what they’re making is not a building but a small civilization evolving upward at great speed, a series of landscapes supplanting each other in a brace of steel, across which they walk daily like well-balanced gods.