(I didn't write any notes for this piece of media. Foolish me!)
★★★★
(I didn't write any notes for this piece of media. Foolish me!)
★★★★
If we find poetry in the service station and motel, if we are drawn to the airport or train carriage, it is perhaps because, in spite of their architectural compromises and discomforts, in spite of their garish colours and harsh lighting, we implicitly feel that these isolated places offer us a material setting for an alternative to the selfish ease, the habits and confinement of the ordinary, rooted world.
