greenhouse
The heart of Glossolaria and the reason it exists: a vast glasshouse of cast iron and thin old glass, Victorian at the base and rising, in the middle, into a spiral spire of forty-one storeys, each added in a single night when a graft succeeded. Two thousand three hundred beds, one language to a bed, each with a slate label bearing a name and a date. At dusk the blooms open, one after another along the aisles, and each speaks one sentence nobody has said before. Ibrahim walks the beds with his h...
Located in The Architecture of Babel.