When the Chron was under construction it was moribund, and we had to walk around it. Now we bless the grasses planted in it and nearly forget about the styrofoam substrata. Now we walk around inside the Chron, and see real people, like in a movie, walking around us, in it, and as they pass they comment on an egret standing still in the lagoon and the amazing landscaping, and there's an exchange, like when someone in a film turns to speak through the camera directly to the viewer, which is to our mutual surprise, both of us.