On top of a ridge, the Beetle is perched, waiting for its owner to return from a walk above town, hoping for a sunset, but oppressed by mountain clouds. Below, big boxes selling everything you don’t need but have to have, fulfill the desires of people who empty their wallets to not go home empty-handed. But the beetle, cherry red, waits and watches and will be there again.

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