Scene 2
Suddenly, he is distracted from his thoughts by louds whistles rising up from the teeming city streets below. The architect slides his chair over to the window and looks down:
There he sees 3 construction workers on their lunch break, joyously whistling at 2 young women in flowing and flowery summer dresses walking past, smiles on all their faces
In that moment, the architect clutches at his stomach, the pangs of existential nausea hitting him hard and bitter as he realizes fully for the first time the true reality of his life.
Somehow he has made himself into a starving, poverty-stricken, and miserably insecure young architect with nothing better to occupy his mind than reconciling his so-called design integrity with a client's demands.
And then, like a flash of grace and light, it hits him:
He sits back, feeling relaxed for maybe the first time in years, breathes in deeply and says:
F--k it! If it's a veldt-like area with herds of roaming wildbeasts they want, I'm going to give them a dozen of them! THERE'S the golf course, I'll say, play it any way you want!