This is the disappointment of OCAD: inside it is so much less interesting than you might imagine. There is no dramatic sense of arrival up high - it's just like arriving by lift anywhere. The two floors in that pixilated tabletop are carved up into cellular spaces - a college requirement, diametrically opposed to Alsop's own preference for something more akin to a giant open-plan creative playpen. So there is no great internal view. The structure intrudes at intervals, but not in a way that is particularly celebrated, though you can see the girders radiating out from the column heads here and there. There was a lot of post 9/11 belt-and-braces safety engineering, and you can see and feel the aesthetic consequences internally. Alsop's deep window bays, however, making use of the depth of all that beefy structure, are great places to sit and contemplate, just as he intended.