the first twenty four hours after arrival unfolds like i imagine a lucid dream unfolds. everything is interstitial, thoughts and feelings, fears and memories splash up against unfolding inside the opposite light of the east slow and saturated. there is a robot guide that assists drivers with the task of positioning a car in the perfect space for the machine to guide its spinning hassles and wax carefully over curved surfaces. the robot speaks japanese and continues throughout the cleaning. thanking me, reminding me to set the brake, thanking me again, suggesting coating services that will help keep shine on.