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Set in the sub-suburbs, where trailer park and white-flight suburb rub elbows, themselves peter out; the white-flight myth of indulgence without responsibility can push its cul-de-sacs no further and collapses upon itself, lost, lost. Property values fall; trailer home and manor home rub elbows; angels, beasts, and men co-mingle, each out of their element. The Sub-Suburbs are the fringe of Being and Becoming, the mundane rediscovering the mysterious; they are often marked by a convenience store standing under the glare of one bare bulb in the middle of nowhere.