Raindrops falling onto the pavement and bouncing off umbrellas. Sounds flood my ears; cars honking, the siren of an ambulance, the flickering of traffic lights and the voices of strangers as they pass us. My thoughts get muffled by the chaos of the crossing. As we stand in the rain, the concrete structure that is the Kunsthaus Zürich looms over us, shielding us in no way from the forces of nature. The building feels cold and distant. The harsh contours of the building and the large doors cladded in gold separate the interior from the exterior. It does not feel like a space you are welcome in unless you have the means to spend hours gazing at famous art pieces collected my questionable historical figures. However, as we stand in front of the building, the desire to enter the building increases, to hide ourselves within the structure, where your anonymity is emphasized and where you can spend me alone away from the chaos of Heimplatz.