With their souls of patent leather they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal where they breathe they impose silence of dark rubber and fear of fine sand.
What better model of a synthesis than a nocturnal dream? Dreams simplify don't they?
All architecture is great architecture after sunset perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art like the art of fireworks.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes so live not in your yesterdays no just for tomorrow but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems and remember no one can get the jump on the future.