Small towns fight any surrealist tentacle. They are the keepers of the realism's realm. Small town delis. Bulk buying. Sedated. Live a good life and avoid unsafe places. Western stereotypes are the pillars of reality. Clothes made in China, Peru, Macao, Colombia, Thailand, Mauritius. Could they feel free without history's tons on their shoulders? They prepare future. I excuse some of their mistakes. Uncharted, unwritten. They're brave enough to draw a path for the future. Not a stylish one, but it is a path.
Shoe salesmen drive nation's aesthetics. Scarecrows visits tall signs in the middle of nowhere. Skyscrapers are the last viable fragmented space in the gargantuan nature. Modded cars for cheap tacky luxury, things of a past. News flash. 'Italian mobster shoots a lobster!'. Plastic pastiche helmets will save the 50+ years old macho dignity. Bem vindos aos Estados Unidos da América.