Where, indeed, is here? And when? Is it night or day? Is it spring? Or winter? You cannot see out. You do not know what city you are in or if you are in a city at all.Perhaps it is a complex out by the airport or at new interchange. It could be on the West Coast. It could be on the East. It could be in foreign country. The piped music gives no clue. It is the same music everywhere. You are in the universal controlled enviroments. (William Whyte on downtown LA, 1988: 211)
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ะกะปััะฐัะฐะฝ ััััะตั ัะปะฐะผะบะธ, ะฐััะพะผะพะฑะธะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะปะธะฒะฐัะธัะฐ ั ะฑะปะพะบั 44, ะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะพะผ ะะตะพะณัะฐะดั.
An accidental meet up of straws, cars and swimmers in block 44, in New Belgrade.
