All security fences denote a place of interest and are the right of way for the future mythos. They are an air lock to the viscous suck of the city map. Venues for getting fired and evicted and shovel fed cultural slag heaps can be realigned and epigrammed just for you. Children roam with crayons and write the new index for urban exotica. There she lay down in foot hollowed flagstone and spent time with stratum. There we were sold on the heart breaking qualities found in voids behind billboards. And there, under the fence we crawled onto the foxs songlines and beat the bounds, singing for a republic of rot. The tunnels dont end there. They go on for as long as you want them to. And for once the city charges no toll.