What is more chilling than a gas station open at 3 a.m.?
Believe it or not, other countries also have the same insipid, neon-flashing, apocalyptic, death-of-the-soul dystopian style gas stations.
*Before, the night belonged to the vagabonds, the poets, the lovers, and the brigands. Now it belongs to the 24/7 gas stations: nowhere left to hide from consumption.*
They want you to buy even in your sleep. You have no right to the last human refuge: the night.
I preferred them to be closed. Open for gas only.
First, there is always a slave working for nothing, killing his neurons for a few dollars per hour. Second, what is the fucking need at 3 a.m. to buy anything? Too bad for the lone traveller. I prefer him to run out of cigarettes than to accept this soulless model of a society where these gas stations are just conduits for the modern world’s sadness.
What is more chilling than a gas station open at 3 a.m.?
It means:
“Even the night belongs to us, the capitalist vampires. You have no escape from our realm.”