This is a parody on Albert Camus’ The Fall, and it satirizes Contemporary Architecture’s DystopicMarginalizations. It takes place one fateful night between a frustrated middle-aged architect, HenrikLatrope, and his fresh off the streets client Moseley.Latrope is the un-sung hero of dreams turned to ash. After many years in the building industryattempting to make it big, it is clear that he has had enough: of everything. He is angry at the state ofhis world but knows not how to change it. His only hope seems to be finding a client whounderstands what he is trying to achieve. To get Moseley up to task, he ends up taking him on aramble throughout Toronto.Leaving his usual professional mask at the door, Latrope sheds light on a stream of challenges hisone-man lead practice must face. He paints a dire picture of a profession whose inherited highculture leanings, and sheltered development, have resulted in many misconceptions about itsintentions, inner workings, and relevancy. Latrope swears that architecture is essential, and as a hardheadedbeliever in the superb righteousness of his ways, he attempts to save Moseley’s soul fromleading the sinful life sans Architecture.