
Check it out: A Graffiti Artist And An Unwilling City Painter Tell A Short Story:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/seancurry1/a-graffiti-artist-and-an-unwilling-city-worker-tell-a-short
"In the late 1970s, I experienced the full oppressive weight of the licensing laws: the dread certainty that however good a time you were having it had to come to an end at 11:00 prompt—unless you were a guest in a hotel. This gave hotel bars, even those in England, the exotic attraction of abroad. To drink in a hotel bar was to be permitted to live like an outlaw, to be granted immunity. A hotel bar was a place from which you could not be extradited and sent back to the restricted world of pub opening hours… If pub life is defined by the hated call of 'Time,' hotel bars are places where there is no time."This piece, certainly not intended as an exegesis on a scholarly conceit like omnitopia, nonetheless serves up an example of the kind of prose that I'd like to practice more often.
"made in omnitopia is not a mere critique of a coffee shop vignette or the increasing commodification, privatization and uniformity of public space. It is an investigation of our own attitudes and the conditions of social behaviour, codes of communication, postures and positions. We treat the city a site for performative interventions by detourning existing ordinary situations or spaces."