Chaos is where the city’s downfall begins. In a cloud of machine-like commuters. Cold ground, cold walls, the city centre is grey, metallic, far from life and culture.
Corporations possess the city like phantoms, owning the streets, owning minds, as escalators churn out suited figures, clothed cogs in their machines.
“The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it’s shroud.”
― J.G. Ballard, Kingdom Come