With their souls of patent leather they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal where they breathe they impose silence of dark rubber and fear of fine sand.
What better model of a synthesis than a nocturnal dream? Dreams simplify don't they?
All architecture is great architecture after sunset perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art like the art of fireworks.
I am going to confront the old-fashioned negative thinking which says that all government needs to do to generate growth is cut worker and environmental protections cut taxes on the rich and stroke 'fat cats' until they purr with pleasure. I'm completely repudiating the idea that government has to get out of the way.