The Architect was into design. Perfect drawings of perfectly dark places. He showed them to me as a personal review of our madness. This is what happened to the best of my memory.
Have you ever met a guy so plain and so basic he had to be mad. Like he was stoic, but in his eyes was a dark river. When I met the Architect, lets just call him, M. he seemed uninteresting to me. Yet I can see he was fascinated with me. Here is a bit of background. M. and I worked in the same building.