This is great American architecture. This is the pinnacle of your quest, the things worth least in life take a high stand on the avenue. Let the lights blind you, guide you. Let the machine burn away your fear. This is capitalism. This is your Thursday night, your breakfast, your paycheck, your bragging rights. Watch as it lets you fall asleep. Listen as it wakes you up in the morning. It will help you work, it won’t make your will but it will appear on papers for your annulment or divorce.