The shabby, crumbling edifice is towered above by glistening skyscrapers. A harsh breeze causes its foundations to sway with a creaking like a man’s old bones. Inside there is silence. The rats have died or gone away. There is nothing to gnaw at but dust and concrete. Even the cockroaches have abandoned the premises. Only the ghosts of memory exist, within eternal dramas poised in space, separated by time. Nobody understands why it hasn’t been torn down.