Giornale
The Empire State Plaza, NY It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at the beginning of April in Saratoga Springs. At Case Center, we hopped inside of Joseph's car. Reshma got into the passenger seat, Mark and Emily squeezed into the back with me. Joseph turned the engine on and began to blast music from the stereo, as we quickly pulled away from Skidmore. Once we hit the highway we began some small talk which quickly grew to funny anecdotes. Thirty-five minutes later we began to notice tall buildings in the distance, Albany. When we first got to the Empire State Plaza, I began to notice clear signs of axiality. Initially, there was something comforting about being in the plaza because it reminded me of New York. Gradually, I began to feel uncomfortable due to several factors. The agency buildings made me feel eerie because they were so dehumanized, as they weren’t named but numbered. As we moved across the plaza I began to question the architecture, the structures di