hank williams
the fluorescent flickering of the twenty-four hour supermarket is an unwanted necessity for the creative equilibrium in the city of opening hours. the spaces to mill around and mull over other possible ways of divvying up the existential caper have been under constant existential threat under many a guise: public order, efficiency, safety, security, cleanliness, health and happiness. i avoid off the shelf solutions with alacrity. solutions, like ideas, are geographic.