Here, in a Bojangles photographed under the steady discipline of a grid ceiling, the counter emerges not as a mere transactional plane but as a kind of administrative altar. Above it, the menu looms: backlit, omnipresent, and separated into segments that echo the design logic of both airport signage and theological taxonomies. It is here, beneath the fluorescence and just behind a sneeze guard, that fast food becomes ritual.
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