UFO
I look at this and wonder what was crushed when it landed. A few blocks of Victorian terraces? The hopes of a generation? My son tells me that the DART station is supposed to be named for the commercial entity paying money to some other commercial entity that owns the site, but I laughed. Like that's going to happen. Thankfully not.
The pair of them (or some forelock-tugging minion of theirs) regularly arrange for the station where I want to catch the train home to be closed. Not sure why that happens, exactly, but it does seem that I have to know when their simulated battles are running in order to ensure I have vacated the city earlier on those days.
Have I been persuaded too easily to bow down before these commercial entities? It is a glass house, and perhaps there are hard things that should be cast at it's polished ugliness.