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"There was a thing to the light, to the hills, the road," said the Martian "I felt the strangeness, the road, the light, and for a moment I felt as if I were the last man alive on this world..."
The Martian Chronicles, Ray Bradbury
We form space around us and give it meaning through signifiers. When these signifies mesh into each other, we feel an unease in a placeless place, we feel what Foucault called the 'heterotopia'. An outdoor shopping mall at night is bleeding disconnection, is a failed third space. Nothing lives here, it is cold, dead space.