With the lengthy time once spent in non-places, air lounges and transfer limos now converted to domestic ennui, I turn to reading Don DeLillo. To anybody who has read Don DeLillo, this may explain why platforms, instead of academic possibilities, suddenly trigger in me weird crossover thoughts of inelegant high heels, huge expanses of shipping containers, mind-numbing metropolitan flatscapes, mountain top removals and plateau’d heaps of waste.