Sunny outside, the Publix façade looks good, like cotton candy. I finish tucking the groceries away in the trunk when I remember my higher purpose.
It’s not only about subsistence for me. There’s also symmetry. Some manmade, some not. It doesn’t matter. Wherever there’s symmetry, there needs to be a record. Both by day, and by night.
I believe this is an example of art deco, but don’t take my word for it.
