electricgecko

Beachtown beachfront architecture: linear, narrow, a high-rise, a street, a cabaña, the sea. All incarnations approximating a mellow Miami, no matter how forlorn and small the town, the imagined grandeur of warm summer nights remains the same. It speaks of a kind of universal wave, an overall graceful motion of being, undulating in tune with some long-forgotten natural pattern, its anticipated unending dynamism approximated by clumsy architecture, ultimately fated to be covered in neon signage advertising the abstractions of industrialism. There is always one black building. Despite all this, the beachfront is never entirely devoid of appeal, it speaks to the fundamental urge of living at the edge of land, with the unending universe present as an escape that could be taken, but never is.