Our building’s modern, high-ceilinged lobby, meanwhile, had all the charm of an airport concourse, with a wall, opposite the mail room, covered with an ugly mosaic, the abstract image its tiles formed as large as a stegosaur but so nebulous in shape that it resisted any attempt to morph it into something I could categorize as animal, vegetable, or mineral. Our hallway was two bowling lanes long and similarly narrow, its floor tiles the hue of a neglected aquarium.
