Liner notes for the Citadel

A gruff nun introduced me to the concept of apocalyptic architecture. She was my catechism teacher, and she paced our classroom floor while lecturing that, eons ago, all humans had belonged to the same tribe. We spoke one language and had traveled east, to the land of Shinar. There, we set out to erect the planet’s first skyscraper: a ziggurat that would bridge heaven and earth. This arrogant project angered God and so, to teach humankind humility, the divine cursed us with different languages. We fought, we warred, and we were forced to abandon our invasion of heaven. The Tower of Babel remained as incomplete as the Winchester Mystery House.