I grew up in Huntington, West Virginia in the United States. I don't try to go back there very often. But once, when I did: I was in my car, parked, and it was raining. I was under a giant neon sign, a grocery store that hadn't had all it's letters since I was a kid. The battery in my camera was still good, so I pointed it out the windshield and began taping. It lasted long enough to watch the sky turning dark, and the sign turning to gibberish as its unlit letters faded away, and a most unusual song playing on the radio. The whole thing felt like a funeral.