The City is a world drowning in shadows, though its buildings hum with flesh and light the glow of function dissipates and creates pockets of darkness at its edge - halos in retreat; where a landscape of twisting streets talk to themselves, 'Do not park', 'No stopping', 'Give way', 'Cross here'. It’s a surface scared by the actions of human traffic marching daily past in a fog of calculation and distraction: tyre burns, grease stains of sweat smudged across its walls, cigarette butts scarring its pavements. It is a world of 'unseeing', where that which we wish to ignore goes unnoticed, but where many who avert their gaze lose sight of the art outside of capital. A value in space and objects beyond the tyranny of wealth, claiming a right to exist outside the fetishism of the market. I explore these places through the lens of dysfunction and collapse.