We in Vancouver enjoy compiling the slender catalogue of our city's modesty.
Surfaces inflect our gestures.
And vice versa. Each belief is an extension of a rhetorical space. The piety now is toward a webbed abstraction of vastness. The uniformly repeating screens of the emporia, with their shoddy articulations and moot committees and mysteriously interesting entrances and pedagogies and cherubic greeters, exude that bored cheer that can only reflect a collective diminishment. Modesty can counter this diminishment.