Behind this blank façade, my curiosities and imagination dwell in magical representations of horror and folly. What are they doing behind there? What world does it open into? In all the Tom Waits credulity and furrowed brow that I can muster, I muse what might exist behind those tall doors and that flat exterior. Is it for me to know? Is it a pain that curiosity might bring? Is it a chance to enter a new level of existence? It might be a electrical routing substation, but I couldn’t ever accept it being that simple.