The latest dusting of snow, partially covering stone and tarmac. A kind of tidal residue. Stepping into artificially generated warmth. The harsh lights and smell of fast food. A woman embarks on the futile attempt to sweep a swathe of blue (patterned) carpet strewn with edible debris. A pair of ticket vending machines stand unused as the public within steadfastly craves human exchange (or maybe just the pre-show fare on offer).