Drive the demons from the NSA data collection building known as "Titanpointe"! Mass exorcism ritual to purify data, reject false gods... and defend freedom of thought!
In the interests of metaphysically purging the edifice of the data it hoards and invoking a less maniacal version of citizen-government relations, on April 15th at 12 p.m. a cadre of priests, supplicants, and a volunteer choir affiliated with The Quiet American will exorcise the malevolent energy coursing through the so-called 'Long Lines Building' at 33 Thomas Street. This sacred day falls approximately one day before the rising of Christ, and three days before tax day.
Beginning with a prayer for the building's physical materials and an invocation of the gods this architectural fiasco has insulted, exorcisors will then lay a perimeter of salt around the building to render ineffective the sinister frequencies it broadcasts. In a rite of liberation and fertility, thousands of pages of personal data, bouquets of flowers, and an ostrich egg will then be sacrificed to the building, thereby triggering a massive spiritual data hemorrhage that will release the banal facts of our lives back into their proper home - the ether -- and expel the demons of fear and suspicion from the temple.
Windowless, monolithic, and creepy as all hell, the building at 33 Thomas Street is an altar to a false god, a monument to the bottomless fear that locks us in permanent war and makes us suspicious of our neighbors, our own towns and cities, our own capabilities and impulses. Windowless, shuttered to the world that it is intended to spy on, the building at 33 Thomas Street is a maelstrom of negative energy, a black hole that sucks up light in the form of our personal communications, then in some alchemical sleight of hand returns that light in the form of a panic and dread which we are assured is the real common currency of our civic life. Rather than allay fears of the end however, this brutalist heap - designed to withstand a nuclear assault and sustain the employees working within its bowels for two weeks - broadcasts paranoia.
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I spent sooooo much time glancing up at this building and shuddering during my decade in NYC. Gilliam-level heebie jeebies.
Brutalist architecture has that effect. It's actually pretty boring on the inside.