During my vacation in Toronto with my friend Paul last week, an interesting concept was formulated when I asked Paul what there is to see in Toronto’s Union Station.
“The great architecture, of course, like a lot of Toronto’s buildings?”
Yes, the architecture. Sure it is nice (great even?) but my brain wasn’t telling me to feel great about it nor any emotion. The station is old, made of stone, blah, blah, blah, and I just don’t feel anything.
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