it may not  be a celebration exactly, the cheap expensive and ultimately empty architecture we make of space, it may be akin to the feeling looking down from a height into a void. why did they climb the vessel's spiral grid of stairs, if not to suicide, what to see? nothing, the nothing behind, the nothing they climbed. and yet because there is no escape of seeming to be, it's a dynamo of seeming at the teeming center of all things.