Imploring the assembled councillors, hands outstretched, Reggie Blackwood implores his colleagues to embrace the soaring ziggurat he pitched as both municipal headquarters and imposing architectural symbology. Despite ballooning budgets and a crescendoing din of health grievances from disenfranchised locals, this stakes-raising centrepiece to the concrete renaissance must still manifest as intended.
Bristling with searing ideological fervour, Blackwood positioned this supreme watchtower-to-be as the crowning masterstroke, cementing his singular civic dogma into immutable, observational permanence. Though critics murmured in hushed tones of its uncanny echoing of Jeremy Bentham's totalitarian dream-prison, the council dynamo remained stubborn while in his denial of any panoptic aspirations beyond fostering urbane accountability and council supremacy.
For Blackwood, the chance to forge this uber monument into reality seemingly catalysed an inflexible blind-sightedness of its own.
