I keep thinking what Raymond would do with all this. How he would haunt the area, ghostly and focused, peering through the chainlink fence, silently becoming every construction-worker’s friend. Watching over it and analyzing it all into his own dream. This is the stage when huge construction projects (like this one, the downtown Cincinnati Banks Project) have so much potential and raw beauty it seems like a vast sociological experiment. Maybe even a spiritual one. Definitely an aesthetic one. Raymond understood the strange, cruel loveliness of concrete, wire, flattened earth, people gathering to turn nothing into something, a place about to transform into apartment-buildings and parking garages and stores. But the irony and somehow too the joy of the whole enterpirse is that whatever happens on the site will never be as beautiful as what is inside your head at the moment you first see everyone busily preparing for Utopia.