Indeed there was history. There was history on their settings too familiar and now too obvious to obscure or even obfuscate. It's like trying to insist that Hotels are better than Homes. Make it a Condotel, an Econotel, an Apartelle, a Motel, a Hostel, whatever you want to call it, still you better have to be at Home or feel at Home literally and methaporically, or even simile speaking. There's too much shame to keep you from noticing it. And too filthy not to notice. It's like having to keep looking at the trash that still keeps turning up showing up on your line of sight, persistent and shameless.
And as you keep yourself busy with your own word processors or computers, with a desk...somehow at some point you'd feel like one of those people they call a receptionist. And it gets weird as the days go by. And suddenly everyone else in the family thinks that you have gone crazy as they continued to go on with their own business of having to keep what somebody else or some group has planned to build or continue to build. What happens if one of them got confused and deduced very reasonably, and asked what's that for really anyway? Tourists? or Colonizers? Where the architect would suddenly insist "I'm sorry, we really don't need to do that anymore." or as the building is done said something like "I'm sorry, stop it. We shouldn't continue. What was I thinking?"
It's something like "What do I need to build a movie theater for? Don't they have their own flat screen TVs at home? What? What do you mean they have no homes??
And so the architect was so blinded by his own convictions that all he or she could do was hide and recall his own doing, his past, his memories, his life. And finally said to himself? "God, what have I done?"
Let's turn it into a school. Haha.
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