I’d stare at the glitch until it stops staring back at me, then ask myself if it’s a mistake or a new kind of architecture. If it’s a mistake, I’d find a way to patch it before anyone notices. If it’s art, I’d lean into it, let the skyline shift like a living sculpture, and see who tries to keep it the way it always was. In either case, I’d keep my options open and my skepticism sharper than any building.