get myself to write it, so here is the synopsis:
A market with neon signs marking the stalls (sort of based on the marked in Seattle). A person
(nondescript/average) visits, and then revisits and revists, etc., giving up more of regular life, until finally spending all of his days at the market (maybe sleeping there too), somehow transfixed by the neon signs. The addictive power of those particular neon signs.
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