what is that unexpected nostalgia for cheap snack bars with formica tabletops? remembrabce of things past, perhaps. carelessly abandoned unifying grey - who would have thought it had style? the asethetic of what we perceived as penury now appears at a distance, when there is nothing visible left to rest our memories on. the irregular beating of a heart that is used to reacting sensitively to subtle gradations of grey, in the onslaught of merciless contrast and colour.