
The Architect's Regret A retired architect in his eighties stands on a sidewalk at dusk looking up at a brutalist concrete building he designed forty years ago. Through the lit windows we can see hundreds of ordinary lives in motion — a man cooking, a couple arguing, a child doing homework, an old woman watering plants. His expression is unreadable: pride? sorrow? wonder that something so cold became so warm? Cinematic, slightly desaturated.



