Compact | Wenatchee, WA | April 2020
Nothing says shutdown like empty parking lots. Their parallel lines impose unneeded order on an unused expanse. My first instinct on arrival is to shatter the social contract and park catawampus — let Bad Boy emerge (maniac motorist!) to angle our car sideways across three or four spaces. But no. Instead I slide dutifully between the lot’s lines, parking any thoughts of civil disobedience along with the Honda. This compliant behavior is my small contribution to maintain universal harmony and thwart cosmic chaos.