A good read:
The future is running late, but the present begins in the branded universe aboveground, where bus commuters pour out of the Salesforce Transit Center down into the plaza in front of Salesforce Tower, or up a level to Salesforce Park. The three-block terminal slithers through the neighborhood, swaddled in perforated white steel that bulges and billows, like a sleeping serpent in a wedding dress. The veils do a good job of screening the structure’s bulk from the street, so that an office and residential district can grow around it without the constant reminder that buses are grinding by at pre-dial-up speeds. Inside, the steel lattice acts like a mashrabiya in Middle Eastern architecture, diffusing light and casting dappled shadows, glowing like a rain-splattered window.