Before entry, please confirm that you understand and agree to the following Waiver of Expectations.
I understand that the area that I am about to enter is a work of fiction.
It is the story of a man with no future reclaiming his past through art and violence.
I confirm that the city depicted in the pages and screens that follow is illuminated by the light that I remember it by. Too bright for comfort in the morning; too sallow in the afternoon.
It’s a city where people crawl all over each other to live.
A city of imperious glass towers and sewers choked with refuse. Of abandoned psychiatric hospitals sitting dark, their doors chained shut, while the alleys fill with shivering ghosts.
Maseratis and volleyball beaches and cruise ships bigger than the town I grew up in.
It’s beautiful. People love it.
The stars wink out behind the seaplanes as they glide into the bay at dusk.
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The innards of the site are not yet assembled in a way that befits an audience. In the meantime, please check out the scaffolding and the protective tarps riffling in the wind.
Please return later.