Mine:

The Fischer Price courtyard has been subjected to the most vile strand of cancerous high art degradation: post-post-ironic art deco bizzaroism. So the trees are made of marble, the walkway is made of patches of patches of grass, and the lawn is made of leaves. The worst thing is that it has a sunroof made of slanted mirrors that makes it look like the sunlight goes upward.

The ais:

The Fischer Price courtyard has been subjected to the most vile strand of cancerous high art degradation: post-post-ironic art deco bizzaroism. The grand entrance hall, a giant, high ceilinged cube, can be accessed by a series of corridors to the ground floor, an enormous glass wall, which overlooks the Fischer Price courtyard. As soon as you exit the building you are bombarded by a succession of black-robed art nouveau artists as they hulkingly pass through a door to the courtyard, where they hang their coats, hat, gloves and coats, all of them of a different design. In the summer, these artists will be hung from the building's balconies with banners and in the autumn they will stand on the steps to the street with the same banner for the same reason. It's quite a remarkable piece of construction; the result of an effort to preserve, preserve, preserve; to preserve the illusion that a complex of buildings is actually one complex. But this is a curious and pointless spectacle, which only furthers the notion that a single complex of buildings