AboutThat piece of visionary polemic may or may not be a joke; it's hard to tell. Whether or not the anecdotal evidence is true, three and a half decades later it still possesses the power to profoundly confuse the reader. An un-built fun palace was designed with equal amounts of intent and humour, humility and arrogance. Is it famous? Perhaps it has more power for never having existed, and would most likely only be a colourful and faintly absurd memory if ever it had. Those mediocre structures over there, though... they were ignored in the half-lifetime before their excision, their absence unnoticed after it. If they ever had meaning, it was located within that apathy. What occurred there is of no significance, the fact of their prior existence an irrelevance. This is a self-fulfilling and predestined cycle of banality, the next phase of which is being drafted even now, but at least that old banality was grimly truthful. At least its fissures were visible from the outside. All these things make up this notional landscape, a landscape that must stand as an identity when there's so little of tangible form left to derive an identity from. Nothing to hold onto amidst the shifting topography. Space briefly yet intimately known soon vanishes and can only be held loosely and unsatisfactorily as an idea. When physical space is erased, leaving only a numb ache, and the forms that crowd in to repopulate the gap can only offer the same sensation, might it not be better to escape, to inhabit the rarefied yet vague terrain of an idea?