The inscriptions on the pillars are kind of creepy. For those of you who haven't been there, each pillar asks whether something will still be around in 100 years: Portugal, the Nation of Islam, Wikipedia, the space program, Bill Gates, you, the Hawaiian ear-penny law, casinos, government-issued currency, cancer, the movie industry, the DiBeers corporation, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the New York Stock Exchange, Summer Camp, cavities, income tax, depression, hula hoops, the human race, Lucha Libre, shark fin soup, feminism, opera houses, Nomura's jellyfish, the Ku Klux Klan, RSA encryption, Brasilia, LiveJournal, conventional warfare, civilian-owned handguns, bell bottom pants, Roe v. Wade, the Olympics, the FCC, the Swedish monarchy, Wall Street, Madison Avenue, Sand Hill Road, Broadway, keychains, , rock and roll, and so on.
It doesn't ask whether they should be around in 100 years, but whether they will.
I don't know who updates those pillars.
But that's not what creeps me out, really. What creeps me out about that place is the sour, vaguely-cherry-like taste of the water from the water fountains.
I always shudder nervously when I think about it. What does that cherry taste mean?