"At the southern end of Detroit is a place of monumental proportions, abandoned not by disinterest or necessity, but by its very creation. Unlike most abandoned places of the world, this one is not draped in sorrow, for it does not pit a tumultuous present against an idyllic past. This place is unique for more than emotional neutrality, as it is a spatial anomaly in the anthropized world. Where else do great white columns extend seemingly forever, providing a shelter that protects from the temperament of nature while embracing the chance to experience its beauty? It would seem nowhere, for such a space is impractical and wasteful, yet it exists as a by-product of perceived utility, a rare opportunity waiting to be seized.
This void can become something more, not confined to the realm of a single typology, for it is neither park nor building. It can become a composition of grandeur, formed as a sum of superfluous infrastructure and poetic nature, a place for comfort, ceremony, awe, and solace."
This void can become something more, not confined to the realm of a single typology, for it is neither park nor building. It can become a composition of grandeur, formed as a sum of superfluous infrastructure and poetic nature, a place for comfort, ceremony, awe, and solace."
