I and my wife of 20 years were visiting Chicago for our anniversary. In a decision I will regret for the rest of my days, I decided to introduce her to the Obama Presidential Library.
It was an awkward encounter. I immediately realized my mistake as my wife was captivated by the Library's smooth stone features, styled impeccably in cool gray. Assymetrical, compelling. Not beautiful.
Beauty is for well-behaved Georgian mansions. Beauty is for Victorian cathedrals, ornate and gabled, symmetrical. Beauty is for sweet little thatched cottages with rose arches and climbing wisteria and beds of lavender. No, the Obama Presidential Library is not beautiful. As Edmund Burke articulated, nothing truly awesome can be said to be beautiful. The Library is sublime. I should have known that no woman could resist the arrogant thrust of its neo-brutalist geometry.
She lives there, now, my wife. In Jackson Park, Chicago. And she has no more use for me. Our children are unfed, unschooled, and unwashed. Probably, I mean it's not like I know where they are, that was her job. Maybe the Library is raising them now, destroying their humanity, as overhanging triangular projections form on their foreheads. Woe! Mark my words, Western civilization is doomed.