Originally, the glass and steel skyscrapers were empty and soulless husks that lacked identity and purpose, aptly describing the way I felt about myself. I also saw them as the modern example of never ending progress. This idea of unnecessary and unending progress towards the heavens represented the way I saw the future in the past, which was that there was no point to existence, no reason to do anything because it didn’t matter in the end. This idea terrified me as a person obsessed with validation from others and needing to make an impact on people through my movies and interactions.

Seeing the Lever House on Park ave was an important step in recontextualizing glass-box skyscrapers for me. Built in 1952, The Lever House was a strikingly original and arresting building among the rows and rows of brick and concrete buildings along Park ave. It was a sign of progress, the destruction of the past the leap into a shining future. But now, in 2019, only a faint glimpse of the power the Lever House originally had is still there. It is surround by its imitations and contemporaries, and as such does not stand out nearly as much. Right now, I am in the place of pushing forth and leaping into the future, disregarding the past and building towards a shining future full of possibilities.