
Internet cafes & motels. Seedy, smelly and majoring on basic function over unnecessary luxuriance. The workstations/rooms hint at the faintest scent of their recently departed transient occupants, sometimes vaguely masked by industrial strength detergent. The yellowed, shiny-topped QWERTY's, clogged with the dead skin (and the rest) of ten thousand people as close relatives to the equally faded and sometimes crusty, barely working buttons on motel TV remotes. The seats. Don't talk about the seats, uniformly flattened and shaped over eons of posterior arrivals and departures, infinitely more taxing than the most stressful of factory stress testing machines, not unlike their motel cousins, the beds, with their posturepedic bodyshaped dents that stop you from falling out of bed during the night. The Police warnings about keeping your personal belongings in sight, the quick check-ins, the low rates, the porn, the bad coffee, the noisy person in the booth next to you.