The magic wand of a jackhammer was creating dreams of reality and actual physical platforms out of undulating clouds.
This was a showroom above and beyond the rough gutter we had left behind a few months earlier.
Everything on display was available to take home, you never had to order and face the wait for delivery.
It was a calming, therapeutic shock.
A new cure. A new dawn. An old freshness.
Disparate connectedness.