TRANSLATION> “I had slept through the day… not that you can tell by looking outside. With the sky as black as it is, day and night pretty much are the same. But I love the city at day/night, its buildings of stratospheric heights jutting from the dense clustering of sprawling architecture. Bright lights and flickering holograms project corporate names, ads, cryptic logos and ideograms like gaudy, ghostly apparitions; a cacophonous, seizure-inducing display of capitalistic darwinism viciously competing for the fickle and fleeting attention of the mindless, consumer masses. Beautiful! In the old days, people would talk about the awe and majesty of nature: snow capped mountains, rolling green plains, open blue skies. But this is what gets me waxing poetic.” —George Blick