The one time I visited Columbia was when I was going to The New School, also in Manhattan. When I was heading back downtown, I passed the law library and was stunned by the huge statue that was out of scale with the entire earth. It loomed and grew even as I walked away from it.

I don’t know why the statue of Bellerophon Taming Pegasus frightened me, but it did. It doesn’t even seem that big in photographs, but it was just wild in person.

If you live near it and can take a photo of yourself waving to it, that’d be keen, but no one has ever done that.

Across from the Bank of America Building, on California Street, stands my favorite creepy skyscraper known as “The 580 California.”

I used to work at Ernst and Young, in the BOA building—AT EYE LEVEL WITH THE STATUES— and every night they would be lit from below. Very startling, ver high drama. The statues would call to me: "are you almost done working for the night? Do you want to join us on our perch? Try to jump across and we’ll catch you."

Are they The Fates? Who are they? Who made them?

That top floor: what goes on there? Sorcery? Elevator maintenance? Was H.P. Lovecraft the architect?

And finally, after other people did my research for me, it turns out that the statues have touched the hearts of others.