the southside's most prominent hellmouth. reading the la times about empty architecture and succession bridged in my head with the building emptiness of obamaland. what happens here happens there — and behold, everywhere. the empty architecture of the shed where the party ends for the birthday boy at 40 looking down into the vessel — the essence of empty building, closed to traffic now, a stairway to nowhere, an angular spiraling suicide machine. the party of shallow hypercapitalism is over but every time you think it's over it starts all over again.