This is the first in an upcoming group of inks. What inspired this series is night-time driving through suburbia of NJ that we would pass on our way to Conn. The industrial parks and the corporate pavilions. I find those places very strange. I always imagined they are self-enclosed worlds filled with strangeness and strange rituals. Or that there is some sort of alien task force, building some machine. Truly I was also inspired by the "laziness" of suburbia. Somehow, I find all that connecting to a slow degenerative collapse of our civilization.