Particularly, this paragraph: "There are dozens of tiny problems that contributed to its decline, each one of them minutely nudging utopia into the grot of reality. There’s no hot water. The capsules were initially lined with a three-centimeter layer of asbestos for insulation, but within a few years, the toxicity of that substance was a matter of public knowledge and as a result, the large ventilation systems taking up a significant chunk of each living space had to be permanently disabled. Rearranging the capsules turned out to be much more expensive than originally anticipated and very rarely happened. The promise that they could be upgraded or replaced over time was never fulfilled; the original and occasionally very shoddy materials are still in place. (For instance, the paper blinds that once decorated the tower’s portholes have mostly rotted away. Now, some residents paste newspaper to their windows to keep the light out.) But all these swarming problems just feed into the singular, large, incontrovertible one. The idea was beautiful but unworkable; it wasn’t at home in the world."
I wonder whether the building could be refurbished, using lessons learned. Replace the asbestos with some other insulation that is non-toxic, and clean the ventilation system. Lack of hot water provided by the infrastructure can be point-of-use hot water heaters. The comment about the rotting window-blinds is just mystifying to me: those have nothing to do with the building itself, any building with similar blinds would be prone to the same problem, either regularly replace them or use something more durable. And with respect to the problems rearranging the capsules, they never specify what problems impeded this activity: perhaps something could be done to alleviate such problems, but it is hard to say in the absence of any concrete information.
I'm not going to try and pick this apart or disagree with it.
I do find it deeply fascinating that there is such a pronounced divide (or spectrum) between people who prefer solitude and those who prefer companionship. When we here of someone old dying alone our first thought can be "Oh, that's so sad," but we might learn that the person was alone entirely by choice.
It takes all kinds. Or, I guess, 十人十色.
"To each their own."
Here's a more in-depth article, with lots of photos, of the Tower, written by a couple of architects who lived there for a year:
And here's a newspaper article from Oct 2014 describing the current status of the Nakagin:
http://www.japantimes.co.jp/culture/2014/10/03/arts/tokyos-t...