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At the southwest corner of Rivington Street and Essex in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, there is a pear-shaped building. Bartlett, with a squat, spherical foundation and tapered top. Narrow cylindrical stem, maybe two feet long. The whole thing is made entirely of frosted green glass that neither absorbs nor reflects much light, despite the cloudless, mid-morning sunshine on what feels like the first day of spring. The building’s front face is cross-section flat, but looking at the structure from any other angle reveals what appears to be an edifice infinitely extending back toward the horizon. There is a line of people snaking out the door and around, waiting for their chance to enter.

Standing across the street, you notice no one who goes inside appears to leave.

You believe yourself asleep but cannot be sure.

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